I look at him.
"This dimension...? What do you mean? Are there other..."
"Yes, they are other dimensions."
"How did they get here?"
He shakes his head.
"No one knows. It just showed up one day.
When it was found that you could cultivate electricity from it, it was multiplied scientifically and planted here."
I lapse into silence.
No wonder this floor is 'nonexistent'.
But...
How does he know this?
As if reading my mind, he answers.
YOU ARE READING
The 31st Floor (Cellphone Novel)
Teen FictionA tall building with 32 stories. The elevator takes you up slowly. Floor numbers light up as you ascend. 29... 30... 32... Wait... where's 31? [Written in 2013; originally published on textnovel]
