"What? Did you say he's a member of the Soan empire?!"
"Call an ambulance! Quickly!"
"Don't bother. He has jumped down from the 18th floor. Nothing can save him."
No one had expected the Soans to be so stubborn.
If they couldn't attend Himmel Soan's funeral, they would take their own lives when the time came!
...
"Ms. Soan, I've brought you some late-night snacks!" Hotel staff knocked on the door of Room 888, the presidential suite.
"It's already midnight. My manager says you must be hungry, so he told me to bring you some food. You're from abroad, right? Have you visited our city before? I don't think you've tried one of our famous local pastries! It's called a pine ball!" The young woman went on and on, introducing many things about the city.
Feeling that she might have been too talkative and that the person inside never answered, she knocked again. "Ms. Soan, are you asleep? I'm sorry if I've woken you up."
