But that was just a coincidence. The weirder thing was that I knew his name before he'd told me what it was.

[That was a clue something odd was afoot, even then.]

After the two of us solved some arbitrary puzzles in the elevator, we got out through the top, which opened up into a warehouse. Soon, we'd be joined by seven other people, two of which had gotten out before we did. None of those seven were named Greek letters.