"It's strange, there's no one on the third floor. Have they not come out of that dice rule yet?"
The female social worker was the first to step onto the third floor corridor; she looked around at the staircase entrance, speaking with curiosity.
Hearing this, the female reporter in the stairwell came back to her senses from her previous daze and climbed the steps. The marble in her hand kept rolling in her palm, gently rubbed by her fingertips.
"There might be a Phase Space in this place. They are probably in a different space from us now, similar to your experience when you entered the rule of that painting," the female reporter explained casually.
"If that's the case, are we really outside the rules now?" the girl asked earnestly, "Aren't we inside another game rule?"
"..."
The female reporter's expression became slightly rigid.
Before, when she realized what the young man in black meant, she had actually been pondering over this issue.
