Then, he blinked and glanced around. The corridor had started shifting again, but he barely raised an eyebrow. He was used to this by now. Narrow hallways folding into libraries, walls rearranging themselves, floors adjusting their angles… it was all just part of the mansion's charm.
Sure enough, the corridor gradually transformed into a small library. Normal-sized bookshelves lined the sides, filled with neatly stacked volumes. A faint scent of old paper and dust floated in the air, perfectly ordinary to him. At the end of the hallway stood a plain, closed door, the door to the room he'd been staying in.
Hajime let out a long, casual sigh and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, might as well deal with it," he muttered, thinking about the details he'd somehow missed with Kiku. "Guess I'll just have to ask her later."
