On the sea, a super luxurious cruise ship was slowly sailing across the Pacific Ocean.
This was a cruise ship that would soon be heading towards an island nation named Neon.
At the open-air café on the top deck of the cruise ship, the melodious sound of a piano accompanied by the sea breeze drifted through the air. Flocks of seagulls occasionally flew by in groups. Young ladies and beautiful wives were all entranced by the charming middle-aged man playing the piano, their hearts set aflutter.
The piano music was so wonderful, as if it could touch the softest place in everyone's hearts, gently stirring them.
There was only one woman in a black dress — even under the sunshade of the café, she insistently held up a black umbrella, making her appear particularly peculiar. Nevertheless, around the table next to this black-dressed woman, it was also full of people, almost all of them men.
