Black Badger

We soon arrived at the floor with the lounge.

As the elevator doors opened, a scene like a hotel lobby unfolded before us. The floor showed no sign of people. Under dim lighting, luxurious ivory sofas sat arranged in the space. Beyond the lobby, where soft breezes flowed, a long corridor stretched out.

Ami, who had gotten off first, turned to look at me.

"Give me the trash."

She extended her hand toward the hamburger bag I was still holding.

I waved my hand.

"No. I'll throw it away when I see a trash can."

"It's over there."

Ami pointed to a silver pillar.