Even though he knew those floors and buildings didn't belong to him, as long as he was standing up high, looking down, everyone looked like rabbits under a hawk's claws.
Waiting for him to hunt them.
He really enjoyed that feeling. Staring at the hotel's front door, he paid the cab fare of his own accord, then dragged Black Widow into the hotel.
If you wanted to be artsy about this hotel's lobby, you'd say it carried on the hotel's usual calm style—grand and minimalist.
In Vulture's words, it was behind the times.
Back when there weren't many luxury hotels, this kind of style could still be competitive.
But in recent years the world had been changing violently, and the number of luxury hotels kept increasing.
The lobby and basic facilities of The Ritz-Carlton, Tokyo no longer felt as pleasant as when it was first built.
He'd even gone for a walk around at night and couldn't feel at all like this was the kind of environment that should surround a luxury hotel.
