Hashimoto Maya pointed at a building ahead, designed to resemble a cliffside Old Castle, and said over the roar of the waves, "This is our Specialty Hotel."
He had actually wanted to build something like a Locked Room Mystery, but unfortunately, the latitude and longitude did not allow it. After all, he was not some snowman who could summon a blizzard with a wave of his hand—but looking at it another way, an isolated castle at sea was much the same.
Hashimoto Maya introduced the place to the group. "The 1st Floor has a banquet hall. The second floor has a Music Room, Card Room, and other places for entertainment. There are Guest Rooms on every floor, and several are still vacant. Please feel free to choose whichever location you prefer."
The group looked at the Old Castle pressed tightly against the cliff, as though one kick would send it tumbling into the sea. "..."
As expected of an island themed around an Ancient Theater where someone had died—the hotel had been built in an equally unconventional fashion. They wondered whether President Kana, who had fled to the island to escape trouble, had regretted coming once he saw it.
When they turned around, though, Mr. Hashimoto did not seem to think there was anything wrong with the hotel. He even looked a little proud as he led them into the courtyard and pushed open the front doors.
With a creak, someone in the lobby heard the noise and turned around.
It was a young woman in a black formal dress. Her long hair hung loose, obscuring half her face.
Already thoroughly frightened by the Old Castle's Appearance, Mouri Ran let out an "Ah!" and hid behind Jiang Xia and Suzuki Sonoko.
The woman in black looked them over, her gaze