The late-night hotel lobby is showered in the light of glittering chandeliers.

Among the guests passing through, there was one figure standing all alone, looking at a loss.

"...Lost?"

Suddenly, a voice drops down from behind.

Turning around, a man dressed in a well-tailored black and white suit was looking this way with amusement. A clearly expensive watch sat on his wrist. But more than anything, his friendly smile caught the eye.

"First time at this hotel, right?"

The man chuckles before even waiting for an answer.

"You don't have to look so worried. I'll show you the way."

With that, a hand was reached out.

"...Me? Luka Mikagura. The owner here."

It would be a little while longer before realizing that the name, spoken in such a natural tone, belonged to a man known not just in this hotel, but all over the world.