As if the silence settling inside the elevator were dragging everything down with its weight, the space descends.
Downward.
Into a fathomless abyss.
To Basement Level 96.
“…You pressed it?”
I did.
All at once, I had chosen the option that led into the distant abyss of the Ghost Story, into a deep lower stratum whose depth could not even be measured.
…It would be a lie to say I hadn’t hesitated.
I still don’t have the confidence to face the dream incubator I came out of and regain my composure.
But…
‘Put another way, aside from that, I’m not afraid.’
Right now, I’m in a state where I can’t feel fear.
If, as Brown said, my emotions recover little by little just like my reason will, then after that, every time I explore the Cheerful Research Institute beneath this main building, I’ll probably be trembling in fear.
‘It might be better to figure out what I can before that happens.’
A kind of vaccination.
[Ah, so it works by getting rid of fear through repetition. A classical and proven method of learning….]
[Though there is one completely unexpected variable beside you.]
Ho Yuwon.
[That too may be part of the charm of a live broadcast, but if he makes you uncomfortable, how about simply leaving him behind? If you need the host’s help, I can give you a little nudge!]
……
No, for now, I’m taking him with me.
[Hm?]
‘That employee ID…