@subverticula
The last time Saiko had seen a hotel this expensive, it’d been in a movie. Not even CCG investigators were put in places like this on strict business (well, perhaps someone like Arima was-?) and for a moment, the woman’s pig-tails bobbed backwards as her throat was exposed, head lifting to watch the large, domed ceiling of the main hotel lobby. She hadn’t even known places like his existed in the city, much less that any external consultant.
Shifting the case file under her arm, the girl’s brows furrowed as she stared down at the little business card in tow, lips pursed. It was scarce, bearing only a phrase code scribbled in the back to mention at the door, a floor, and a room number she’d been given. Moving to the elevator, she shifted uncomfortably just at the simple fact that a place this ritzy even had one of those people specifically hired to push buttons in the elevator.
Geez.
Following the room numbers down a hallway with plush carpeting only marred by the idle tracks of what had been a recent room service trolley pushing dinner through for residents who had ordered it, and without much ado, found the number she was looking for. Honestly, if this case didn’t have such a sparsely divided set of clues, and even more jumpy culprit, and an uncomfortably quickly rising body count, she wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this on orders from higher than the Squad Captain to ask for “outside help.”
Lifting a hand to knock at the door-- twice, then once more, at length, as the card instructed, doing her best to put on a ‘serious investigator’ face with her badge at the ready. Keep it together, Saiko. She couldn’t help but wonder just who would be important enough for the CCG to send her after, and why they’d be in a place like this.