Number 30

The moment she opened her eyes, she was in a secret room. “Do you remember anything?”“…No. I don’t remember anything. What about you?”“I don’t remember anything at all.” A faint 30 on the wall. Tinnitus rang in her ears. “Were you the first to wake up?”“That seems to be the case. Unless someone is pretending to be asleep.” The man next to her looked away from the people and replied quietly. Then, he was about to say something, but closed his mouth and stared. The clicking sound of the lighter suddenly ceased. “What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” When she asked quizzically, the man finally spoke after a long while. “It feels like we know each other.”