After another twenty minutes of climbing, the road opened into a small clearing. At the far end stood a massive, once-luxurious building — the Love Hotel. It looked like it had been abandoned for over ten years.
The structure was enormous, three stories tall, with a grand entrance that once probably held polished brass doors and warm chandeliers. Now the gates and windows were all broken — jagged glass shards and splintered wood everywhere. Vines had completely overgrown the facade, climbing up the walls like green fingers. The roof sagged in places, and the paint had faded into a faded pink and gold that still somehow looked glamorous in the morning light. The entire building had an eerie, romantic decay — beautiful and haunting at the same time.
Haruto stopped the bicycle and stared in silent amazement.
