In an old building with peeling walls and a damp, musty smell, there is a rusty elevator. Its creaking as it runs sounds like a wail. Three yellowed mirrors reflect twisted figures, sometimes with something else mixed in… Lin Wei, who has just moved in, thinks it is an ordinary old building, until she rides the elevator alone late one night and hears a child crying overhead. When the lights go out, she catches a glimpse of a pale face flashing past in the mirror.
