I described the wooden door I had seen to the girl, Lu Chan.
The appearance of the wooden door wasn't much to speak of, just an ordinary pale yellow antique door with a rough surface, seemingly long neglected. A spherical doorknob hung on it, which looked very loose. The truly strange thing was not the appearance of the door, but its very existence. As she listened to my description, she gave me a strange glance, then stepped forward to touch the door and pressed her ear against it, gently tapping the wall.
"...There really seems to be a secret room behind this wall," she said calmly, "I didn't expect there to be such a hidden space behind the manager's room. There might be something very important hidden there.
