Time: 20:20. Location: South of Babel City.
7 days until the honey festival.
The wind blows through the empty streets like a ghostly moan, pushing sheets of old newspapers and cardboard scraps. Veronica stops the motorcycle on the side of the clear sidewalk, and lifts the face to her target.
A tarnished sign hangs above the entrance stairs, displaying in gold letters the words: Hotel California. The facade of the building is better preserved than that of its neighbors, at least structurally it looks capable of withstanding an earthquake, although its base, like the rest, is defaced with graffiti, macabre style in contrast to the elegant high vaulted windows, memories of past decades when the city dreamed of a prosperous future now lost.
