OSA Reimeiki

The door to Mr. Ho's room swung open. "Hello?" the person called out, groping for the light switch. "Anybody there?"
CLICK. The light came on. No one was in the room, and everything was in place.
"Hmm, I thought I heard intruder," the newly-hired, foreign janitor shrugged. He grabbed his mop and turned off the light switch. He left the room.

If he had turned around to check the room one more time after he turned off the lights, he would have seen a mysterious handle appear on the floor near the back of the room. Buuuut, he didn't. So he didn't see it. =)
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Emiri rubbed her head. "Ow!" she complained. "Falling through voids hurts!" She got up and dusted herself off. She looked around, until the giant, metal, double doors in front of her caught her eye.
"Where am I?" she wondered. All of a sudden, one of the two doors swung open slightly. Not a single sliver of light escaped from the inside.
"Weeeird." Emiri opened the door wider and steps inside.
"Hello? Echo!" she called out, trying to feel her way around in the darkness. It appeared that she was an a large, almost empty room with few walls in it, something like a warehouse. She peered around a corner, and saw a light at the far end of a room.
Her instincts told her to go towards the light! "I must obey!" Emiri tiptoes over to the light.
As she approached it, she recognized that the light was coming from a computer screen, accompanied with the tap, tap, tap of keys being pressed furiously.
A few meters from the screen, Emiri is able to discern a silhouette sitting on a high-backed swivel chair, typing away.
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I didn't notice anyone entering my warehouse, because I was so absorbed in my work. I didn't expect anyone to, of course, seeing how cleverly I had hidden the trapdoors to it.
I had been typing up a new story when I heard almost-silent footsteps behind me. Only my cyborg hearing picked up the sound.

Pause for a second. Yes, I am a cyborg. Not completely, mind you, I just have some cyborg parts. An accident a few years ago caused me to get cyborg legs, but it turned out so well that the scientists decided to give me a few other parts. I don't normally use my cyborg parts in the real world, but here in my warehouse, it's safe. Now, back to the action.

I whirled around on my chair to apprehend the intruder, fingertips falling together in a characteristic motion.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" I snarled.
The intruder stumbled back. "I-I didn't mean to intrude, I just fell through a trapdoor in Mr. Ho's room."
Shocked, I looked up, "What?! I didn't put a portal there! What kind of a system glitch is this?!"
I rubbed the back of my neck, and said, "Look, you're in my private warehouse. I'll give you the way out if you promise never to tell anyone. ANYONE."
"Ok, ok, I promise!"
"Good." I get out of my chair and walk over to the intruder. "Follow me," I say.

She follows. "Uhh, can we turn on some lights or something?"
"No! Lights disturb the balance of zen I have carefully created in my warehouse. Just 'feel' you way out."
"Umm, sure. 'Feel' my way out."

We arrive at my main portal. I point to it, "This is the portal I've created which will return you back to where you arrived, in Mr. Ho's room. Although it really shouldn't, because I didn't even place a portal there in the first place."
"Uhh sure. Whatever you say."
I sigh. This person did not understand the majesty, the genius of my inventions. Oh well, can't win 'em all.

"There you go!" I opened the portal, revealing a hazy purplish-green glow. The intruder stepped in with a quick word of thanks. I nodded my head in response and pressed the button to close the portal.

Right before the doors closed and the faint light disappeared, I caught a glimpse of the intruder's face. "Emiri?!"
She snapped her head around, "Diya?!"

The doors closed.