The crimson door.
Entwined with dense, ancient scripts.
Behind the door, the meeting room lit up with a dim chandelier; the slumbering attendees on both sides of the long table slowly awakened.
"Ladies and gentlemen..."
The speaker was a frail-looking girl wearing a badge that symbolized her identity, inscribed with the number "101".
"I've called an emergency meeting because there's an announcement that needs to be made."
This time, not many people in the meeting room awoke.
The usually jovial No. 031 slowly came to his senses, and couldn't help but laugh when he heard her words.
He sat up straight, unusually serious, and looked at the slender girl; he reminded her with a smile, "Announcing important news at a time like this... Most people in the real world must be quite busy, aren't they? There aren't many like me, an unemployed drifter."
Indeed, at this emergency meeting, besides the two of them,
there were only two others who entered the deep water area.
