He continued forward along the sidewalk, his steps not halting in the slightest. The breeze stirred, causing his sweatshirt's hem and golden hair slivers to flutter. Casio mumbled to himself: "One, two, three…"
Until he passed this section of the road, and stood in front of the entrance of the Flower Season Hotel. He had counted up to twelve, at least twelve pairs of eyes had watched him casually from the shadows.
And among them, three or four auras were quite familiar.
Dark creatures, the Blood Spirit Association, Dead Blood, old acquaintances truly...
A hint of anticipation suddenly hooked up on the corner of Casio's mouth.
He stepped up onto the stairs, heading towards the hotel entrance.
The facilities of a hotel from this era were quite complete, invaluable marble flooring, smooth enough to reflect a person's image. A red circular oak front desk, the faces of five uniformed beautiful girls were graced with professional warm smiles.
