The voice of Yuko Shionji coming through the headphones carried three parts surprise and two parts speechlessness.
"You can just open it directly, why waste time? The thing I hate the most is decrypting and looking for keys."
Before long, accompanied by a "ding," the elevator slowly came to a stop.
Next, a cold electronic voice came from inside.
"Welcome, Doctor."
As the elevator doors opened, a clean and tidy metal corridor appeared before the three people. From outside, it seemed no different from other parts of the hospital; if it weren't for the strange way leading to this place, they would only think they had arrived at another floor where patients were treated.
At least here there was no sign of bloodshed, filth, or even distortion.
As the three stepped out of the elevator, soon the voice rang out again.
"Doctor, please enter the mental health diagnosis treatment room."
