The Sunrise Hotel stood as a monument to the Kageyama Corporation's absolute dominance over the skyline of the 24th District.
It was a massive and tall architecture, a monolith of black glass and reinforced steel that seemed to pulse with the golden light of the city's elite.
As the revolving glass doors hissed open, the cold, pressurized air of the lobby swallowed the evening heat.
Seijirou led Touka inside, his stride confident and rhythmic.
The counter lady, dressed in a sharp, charcoal-grey suit, immediately stood up and offered a deep, respectful bow.
"Welcome back, Seijirou-sama," she said, her voice a practiced melody of professional hospitality. "Lady Hakari is waiting for you in the upper sanctum. She has cleared the floor for your arrival."
Seijirou offered a curt nod, his hand still firmly clasped around Touka's.
He could feel her palm trembling against his, a fine, frantic vibration that spoke of her mounting dread.
