As we moved away from the chaos of the hallway, the sound of the boy's sobs faded, and the scent of burning was left behind. It didn't take long before we stopped in front of a structure that caught my attention: an elevator cabin made of steel.
The cabin was a spectacle of magical steampunk engineering. Its walls shimmered with a faint silvery reflection, reinforced by bronze plates. At the top of the cabin, gears of various sizes connected, spinning in perfect synchrony, while thick chains descended into a shaft that disappeared into the floor.
At the center of the cabin, a motor glowed intensely, releasing blue smoke that dissipated into the air with an ethereal glimmer.
Charlotte stopped in front of the cabin where the motor stood and said, almost proudly:
"This cabin was built by our senior, Mateo. He built it by himself after studying for only two years."
