Creation Hall was not actually anything special—just a larger mechanical building. Gears, chains, and mechanical structures with all manner of functions stood everywhere, propping the building up to its highest point.
A tall steel pillar stood on either side of the hall's entrance.
Angel had only just arrived at the entrance and had not yet stepped inside when he heard a voice. "Welcome, new member, to Creation Hall. My name is Antonio, the spirit guarding the hall's gates."
Angel looked up to see that the speaker was a brass mechanical lion seated atop the steel pillar on the left, wearing a polite expression. As its mouth opened and closed, the gears inside could be seen.
"Oh, Antonio, your heroic bearing made me fall for you at first sight. If I encounter danger, may I come to you, dear Antonio?" The speaker this time was a spinning dancer atop the steel pillar on the right. She too was mechanically constructed, looking somewhat like a dancing doll from a music box.
"Of course. As I guard the hall, so too do I guard you, my Nanisha."
The exchange was steeped in an absurdly comical theatrical tone. More importantly—
After listening to the exchange with a dark expression, Midora said blankly, "Please, next time your personality splits, could you at least change your voice? If you use the same voice for both, I'll think that isn't a spinning dancer, but a spinning male dancer."
Angel found it amusing for the same reason: they had both spoken in the exact same voice—the lazy, weary male voice from before.
"What voice I use is unimportant. What matters is the meaning conveyed." The spinning dancer stopped turning and lowered her head in stiff, jerky movements. Her cold gaze met Angel's. "New member, Antonio is a real