Under the dusk-laden sky, Aozawa stopped at the entrance to his new home.
It was a detached two-story villa with a surrounding yard.
The Western-style, hollow wrought-iron gate allowed a clear view into the courtyard.
A pale blue Lamborghini was parked on the circular driveway, sheltered by a carport. Lush green lawns spread throughout the yard, except for the paths.
The entire villa looked exceptionally solid, instilling a sense of security.
He raised his hand and pressed the doorbell.
DING-DONG. The pleasant sound chimed, and a familiar Hawaiian-accented voice came from the video intercom, "Come in. The main entrance is on your right."
Aozawa pushed open the hollow iron gate and closed it behind him. It locked with a CLICK.
He headed to the right, where a passage about two meters wide separated the wall from the villa.
At the main entrance stood two potted plants of unidentifiable species.
