Transparent panels surround us.

I'm shaking, you're pacing.

There's not enough room to do much of either of these things, but that doesn't stop us.

Shudder.

Demons are pelting at our glass elevator with fireballs.

I can't breathe.

I can't even stand up in this shaft, and so I slide down the wall and wrap my arms tightly around my knees in anticipation of death.

We're struggling against it but this isn't good enough, you say.

"I have to go fight them."

You expect me to just let you walk out without any kind of protection?

"I'll be your barrier."