Two weeks later...
North Pacific Ocean, Hawaiian waters.
A white yacht sailed the sea, like a white petal atop the azure Abyss. As the day dimmed, the moon hung high in the sky, casting a pale reflection on the sea's surface.
From the sea level, a black mountain slowly emerged, with a castle faintly visible atop it. A ring of white lights entwined the mountainside, leading up to the annual gathering place of the Divine Secret Society, the nameless secluded island.
The yacht entered the white harbor, where various yachts and even a few small cruise ships had already docked.
Some black-suited, armed guards with white, featureless masks and eye holes descended from the cruise ships and yachts along with the meeting's attendees. The men all wore fine suits, while the women donned opulent evening gowns.
