"And I thought I was dealing with a new anomaly. To think it was a world migration…or maybe my mind is completely corrupted by the anomaly and this is the result?"

I ended up giggling because whether this is real or not, I was long gone from my previous life either way. 

"At least, I won't have to deal with any more anomalies. Well, I can't be sure until I know my current situation but there's no way it could be worse than my previous job."

I felt sorry for my colleagues I left behind but they could handle the job, I think. 

"Let's go through the instructions book White gave me."

I looked back at the book with interest. It only had a few pages, but the contents required all of my attention to memorize. I really appreciated having documents for reference, but being able to recall all of this from my head is more convenient.

"White didn't kinding when it said I only have to listen and write a story about being I'll meet. It even provides me with a lot of authority over this private space."

"There's even a reward for those who give me the story!? White is really generous. What's it anyway?"

I started to question the identity of my new employer. And of course, no one could give me an answer. 

"Alright, let's quickly summarize this part for the visitors. Just in case we get a sudden visit."

After putting down a book, pen and paper appeared on the desk. They might look normal but,

"I don't think this world is advanced enough to have plastic ballpoint pens, right?"

The pen on my table instantly changed from a cheap plastic pen into a luxurious dip pen.

"...If that is possible, it would be really helpful to have a laptop or a typewriter instead, you know? I don't think White could read my handwriting. No one can, except me…"

There's no response and I just smiled at the empty space in front of me. After a while, a typewriter appeared on the desk. 

"Thank you very much. Also please make it so it doesn't make any noise when typing and maybe put ambient noises in the background too."

I had a mental image of this space letting out a sign and shaking its head. I just chuckled a bit then started typing silently.

• This is the place you can trade the story for a reward

• The story doesn't have to be accurate or trustful but it has to make sense

• The reward will be given after you finish telling the story

• The memory of this space will be removed after you leave

• Please relax and enjoy your stay

I might oversimplify it a bit, but this should be good enough. Visitors could always ask me when they have questions anyway.

Time to try out my theory about this space. While holding the printing in my hand, I thought about putting it into a frame, enlarging it and putting it in front of the desk toward the door.

"..."

After a moment of silence, the printing vanished from my hand and appeared as a perfectly built signboard on the black floor in front of my desk.

“Alright, let’s continue reading. I haven’t reached the part about this room yet.”

This so-called room was really strange. There was no source of light but all of the furniture and atmosphere was really bright and of course there was no shadow too. Even when I tried putting my hand over the table there was no shadow between my hand and the desk. 

But other than the objects, everything was pitch black and gave out the feeling of emptiness. Was White the one who designed this? At least you should put the horizon and starry sky into this space.

“...”

It looked like the room was agreeing with me, it changed from complete black into starry sky instantly, but it didn't give me any ground. I felt like floating in the middle of space instead… This brought back an unpleasant memory.

“Back! Change back! This is worse than before!”

Space might look pretty but I could tell you from experience, staying in space is really painful especially when you don't have proper gear.

White said in the book that this space is his masterpiece he made together with past me during their negotiation. Its name was Room and its functions were very intuitive. So this will be my new home?

"Room, nice to meet you. I'm done with trying hard, so let's casually work together, alright?"

"..."

I said to the black space. I didn't expect any response but I could feel an affirmative emotion come into my mind. So this was how we communicated.

"It looks like I won't be lonely here. Thank you for your consideration, past me."

In conclusion, my job was to live here, wait for anyone or anything to enter from that door, have conversations with them and write their story.

"I'm done reading. Room, could you provide me with food? Simple meal like a sandwich is okay."

Although I said that, I had no idea if I needed nutrition to live or not. I just felt like eating something. And Room didn't disappoint me as a plate of cucumber sandwiches appeared in front of me together with a glass of cola.

"Light refreshing meal with my favorite drink. Thank you very much."

And it also tasted good! Mr.Room, you have my respect. After I finished the meal, the plate just disappeared into thin air. I got up from my desk and walked to the bookshelf contemplating the priority of information I need right now.

"Let's start with geography."

But before I could pull the book out, the door swung open, something flew through the air, magnificently crashed into my desk, then the door shut itself before disappearing together with other furniture left only me, my desk and chair combo and an intruder… Sorry, a visitor.

"Hmm, so my first visitor isn't human. Well, it's cute, so I'm okay with this."

I muttered as I walked back to my desk and waited for our visitor to wake up. One of the rules stated that I couldn't touch visitors without their consent.