Under the sun of the early Sunday morning, the Hoshizawa mansion gleamed.
It was like a crown jewel of the city, pure opulence perched on the hillside overlooking the rest of the world.
Around it was an estate of green, other tall white buildings stretching high and a sprawling architecture of modern minimalism and traditional Japanese elegance.
A fortress of wealth, security, and untouchable status.
Since it was a Sunday, the Hoshizawas were certainly at home.
Ding! Ding!
The doorbell sang.
After a while, it sang again, echoing through the vast halls like a polite intrusion.
"I'll get it!" a youthful voice said.
Kaito, lounging in the foyer in his designer casuals, a half-eaten luxury pastry in hand, sauntered to the massive oak double doors and swung one open with lazy arrogance.
His brow raised sharply at the figure on the threshold. "Hey you… aren't you my mom's former bodyguard?"
Indeed it was.
Hideo.
