In the dead of night, the bright moon hung high in the sky, silently watching over the earth. The island did not quiet down as the night grew deeper; instead, it became even more lively. Everywhere was awash with dazzling lights, as neon lights illuminated the streets with a mesmerizing glow. The streets were bustling with traffic, countless tourists wandered in groups of three or five in various corners of the city.
The Island Hotel was situated in the most prominent position of the bay, standing thirty-three stories tall. As an ultra-five-star hotel, its luxurious decorations attracted only the wealthy and powerful. A service staff member pushed a food cart to the door of a suite, politely rang the doorbell, and announced their arrival in two languages.
