Chance Encounter

As soon as Ian left the building, he headed for his workshop. When he opened the familiar officetel entrance and went inside, he was greeted by the tightly shut elevator.

A sheet of paper reading “Under repair” was hanging alone on the elevator door. But that wasn't much of a problem for Ian. With a calm expression, he knocked on the elevator door and said,

“Hey. If you're in there, open the door.”

Whirr.

At Ian's voice, the elevator door slowly opened. From the small gap, a ghost with hair hanging in a wild mess peeked out.

[Uh, uee.]

Her hair covered almost her entire face, so all that was visible was one huge eye—and only one at that. Staring at Ian with trembling pupils, she muttered.

[W-what do you need……?]

“I was just trying to take the elevator. They say it's broken, but a ghost like you should still be able to run it.”

[W-well, yes, but right now it's a little……. ]...