This Is the Maze I Carefully Set Up

Tap tap tap...

In the empty museum corridor, Chizuru's footsteps rang out especially clearly, sounding almost lonely.

The surrounding space felt strange, filled with an indescribable sense of wrongness.

Although she rarely came to this museum, surely a museum couldn't possibly be completely devoid of exhibits, could it?

She had already passed several intersections, yet they all led to similar rooms.

"Breathe... in..."

Chizuru stopped at an intersection, forcibly enduring the searing pain in her back while maintaining the rhythm of Snow Breathing as best she could.

With every breath, cold air flooded her lungs, forcibly suppressing her body's fatigue and pain and keeping her mind clear.

Meanwhile, in a monitoring room deep inside the museum.

"Hee hee hee, how interesting. That guy Ichigo Kurosaki looks completely lost."

Ririn leaned over the monitoring screens, watching Ichigo and the other two spin around the maze like headless flies. She couldn't help letting out a smug laugh.

"After all, this is the Illusion Maze I carefully designed. Even a Soul Reaper couldn't easily find their way out."

"Um..."

Ziba, who was usually taciturn, suddenly spoke and pointed toward another split-screen image.

"Hm? What is it, Ziba?" Ririn followed his finger and looked over, then froze. "Huh?"

"Who is that?"

On the screen was Chizuru, hesitating at an intersection.

"She appears to be an ordinary human." Kuroudo elegantly held a cup of black tea as he came over for a look. "Did she wander in by mistake?"

Ririn couldn't help complaining, "Who would come to a museum at a time like this?"

"Is she a thief?"

Ziba was silent for a moment. "She doesn't look like one. The thing on her back... is that a sword?"

Kuroudo said calmly, "Judging by her martial arts uniform, it should be a wooden sword used