Looking southeast.
The Global Hotel, like a towering iron tower!
Only at the very top of the iron tower, there was a gigantic sphere!
There lay the hotel's top floor.
A massive hall.
It was lit only occasionally for grand feasts.
At night, it resembled a full Moon!
Hovering in the southeastern sky of Kyoto.
The Global Hotel thus earned its name.
At that moment, more than a dozen luxury cars were driving from various directions toward Kyoto.
Their destination was the Global Hotel.
"How's it going?"
Inside a black sedan, a woman asked.
"Can't get through!"
The man sighed and anxiously urged the driver in front, "Hurry up!"
"Yes, Lord Ridge."
The car suddenly accelerated, but traffic jams were inevitable in Kyoto at night.
"What about that strange number that called earlier?"
The woman asked again, frantic with worry.
Ten minutes ago.
They had received a phone call claiming their child was injured at the Global Hotel.
Telling them to come over immediately.