Nanao looks up at the screen displaying the floor numbers. He considers saying a little prayer that they’ll make it from the eleventh floor to the first without incident, but then reconsiders – with his luck, he should pray first that the doors close at all. You never know what might happen, after all. He laughs at his own anxiety, then stops.
	I knew it!
	The doors are reopening.
	The young man is pushing the ‘open door’ button.
	Nanao clucks his tongue. Kamino sighs.
	He sees immediately that the person getting on is one of the Six. The woman he threw boiling water on in Room 525, Nara.
	Faced with her height and rather forbidding bearing, the men step back in unison, bumping into Nanao. He doubts that Nara would go on the attack right away; she surely wants to avoid doing anything that would attract attention. Their eyes meet for no more than an instant, but it’s more than long enough to communicate her murderous intent like a laser aimed straight at his head.

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