On the Pacific Ocean at night, a luxury cruise ship gradually approaches. Its several hundred meters in length and tens of meters in height are colossal to humans, but are, to the vastness of the ocean, barely significant.
Brightly lit and filled with laughter, men and women in all sorts of formal wear, holding glasses of red wine, elegantly show off their smiles, gently conversing with friends and companions.
However, compared to the laughter in the cruise ship's main hall, within a quiet cabin below, around a round table, no less than thirteen people are seated.
Twelve men and a woman, their appearance and age averaging around forty-five, all bear solemn faces and an atmosphere that one cannot ignore. Anyone who saw them, without knowing their identity, would not mistake them as ordinary persons.
Indeed, the esteemed guests that Frosts treats with due respect would indeed not be ordinary.
