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Ayano leans tiredly against the wall, maintaining her composure as she recites a prayer for the deceased. Realistically, the perpetrator has likely already escaped in the minutes she spent here.
- How did you open the door? - she asks the remaining patrol officers. - No matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't get out.
— Now is not the time for silly questions, we opened it and that's it.
— Yes, but the lady says she was locked in.
— Well, maybe it doesn't open from this side... Ah, wait, I think there was a key in the door when we arrived. Or am I imagining things?
— I don't remember.
One guard thoughtfully scratches his head, while the other strokes his chin.
— But don't worry, miss. We won't let anything happen to you.