Altair made his way to the corner of the elevator shaft, navigating the narrow steps. With a deep breath, he leaped onto a water pipe, gripping it tightly with his hands while splitting his legs to brace against the constricted walls on either side. The elevator shaft was deeply shadowed and dim, and as Altair looked up, the elevator loomed overhead, its electrical hum buzzing in the silence. Clutching the pipe above more firmly, he propelled himself upward with a powerful kick, landing on the walls even higher up.
In no time, Altair had climbed up a level. He jumped from the pipe, landing securely on a protruding step of that floor. Moving a few steps, he leaned behind the elevator door, eavesdropping on the noise from the designer's living and working quarters. He heard a designer's frantic screams, "What is the devil's spy? How could the devil have a spy? Oh, oh, oh,I get it! He is the tempter of the light, the spy belongs to the demons!"