The hotel doesn't feel as foreign after a few days. One of those useful skills that living in the Castle allows you to learn after some time, never a dull moment, as they say. Of course it takes no genius to figure out that the hotel itself is the Castle, transplanting itself into this Tokyo, and the servants are the ghosts, but this man seems like neither a ghost nor a resident.

This is still early in the day by Lucrezia's standard, and she passes the lobby on her way out to the city, all dressed in the fashion of the time. Yes, with the antlers but no, without the grey hair. She slows her steps once she spots the man and his confused look, smiling sweetly in case he would like to ask for directions. Look, she can be most friendly.