I Became the Cute One in the Troubleshooter Squad

How long had we walked down the hidden corridor, seamlessly tucked into the hallway?

Raven and I soon arrived at a space distinctly different from what we’d seen so far.

If the previous areas were sterile white, like some obsessive-compulsive’s dream, this place instead insisted on gloomy black, almost depressingly so.

Encasing the white sector with black walls, it featured glass panels like magic mirrors, letting you see into every corner.

I didn’t have any technical knowledge, but a specific image popped into my head right away.

“Hm. I was wondering why it felt familiar... This is basically a prison.”

“...!”

Yes—that’s exactly what I was thinking.

There were no visible bars, but it completely gave off the impression of two separated zones, like a confinement facility.

I nodded in agreement, glancing around with firm certainty in my eyes.

Come to think of it, this setup wasn’t all that strange.

This was the place I saw in that dream—and the place I woke up in and escaped from.