The ground floor of the storage building opened into a grand lobby, where desks stood at either end, staffed by polite employees attending to clients.
The security guard guided Gin toward one of the counters, where a receptionist greeted him with a warm smile.
"Welcome, sir. You're here to inspect an item, correct?"
"Yes," Gin replied.
"If you could provide your identification, please," the receptionist requested, holding out a smooth, flat device—undoubtedly a magical artifact designed to verify credentials.
Without hesitation, Gin placed his ID on the device.
"Verification complete. You have access to Storage Room 6 on the seventh floor.
Take the elevator to the right, and an attendant will meet you there," the receptionist explained, handing him a metal access card and a sheet of paper.
"Please return the card upon your exit. This document also contains a guide to the facility's procedures."
Accepting the items, Gin scanned the paper as he walked toward the elevator.
