The following day, the senior assigned to the woman asked her a question.
“Did you have a good look around the Gallery yesterday?”
“Pardon…?”
“Your name was in the register.”
“Ah, yes.”
The woman nodded.
“I seem to have gone through quite the initiation, but I had a good look around.”
“Hmm? An initiation?”
The Curator in charge of her tilted her head.
“What, did you ride the elevator at 4:44?”
“…Yes. I’m sorry. I should have learned the rules properly….”
“Ah, I’m not reprimanding you, so don’t worry.”
The Curator in charge gave a small laugh and continued.
“I’m the Curator assigned to the first floor, remember? I asked the people working overtime yesterday, but they said none of them let you out. They also said you never pressed the rescue button.”
“Ah….”
“I didn’t hear that you were found breathing inside the elevator this morning, so someone on another floor must have let you out. What floor was that Curator assigned to? We should thank them.”
“Th-The fifth floor. Thanks to him, I even got a look at the Gallery they say is the most dangerous.”
“…The fifth floor?”
“…Pardon? Yes.”
“……”
The Curator in charge appeared to wear a faint smile by nature, and her expression did not change, but something about her reaction was odd.
Noticing the woman watching for an answer, the Curator…