Creak—
The dust-sealed door was pushed open by Kamiyagawa.
As the dusty door slowly swung open, The Living Fish Inn began to unveil its long-hidden interior to the outsiders.
The inside of the hotel was much larger than it appeared from the outside.
The first floor of the inn was a somewhat abrupt scene—a slightly inclined corridor.
The walls around were covered in wine-red, mottled wallpaper, and the damp carpet underfoot was emitting a musty smell.
The ceiling lights were hung haphazardly at various distances, flickering erratically with a constant buzzing noise that was louder and more jarring than that of a normal fluorescent light.
Kamiyagawa was still scanning the surroundings with focused pupils.
Suddenly, behind him, he heard the crude sound of the door closing.
Turning around, the original door had disappeared without a trace.
Behind him lay an endless-looking corridor covered with the same damp carpet and wine-red mottled wallpaper.
