It's done.
That's my last job.
You will keep the promise the last head made to me.
Of course I will.
But...
Before that, as the second generation head, I have a little thank-you gift for you.
Why?
You're in the way, that's all.
Just like all the other worn-out thugs my old man used.
From now on, I'm running this organization.
I understand. And I also understand why the previous head abandoned you.
Yeah? Well, thanks for your long years of hard work.
Okajima-san!
Get 'em!
...can hear your voice next year, too,
Darling child, go to sleep
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
Held close to my heart, go to...
That song's enough to make me sleepy, too.
Now, choose.
Will you kill your sister, or die yourself?
I'm only planning to buy one kid this time.
We were sold.
So simply and easily that it was tragic.
Which is it?
I won't let you kill Mao!
I'll kill you!
I like you.
The previous head of Okajima was a strange man.
I'll let your sister live.
In exchange, you're going to do whatever tasks I give you.
The deal lasts until your sister turns twenty.
They say that around here, most kids don't live until they're twenty,
but I'll guarantee that she gets food, clothing, and shelter during that time.
The song you were singing before... That's a lullaby from this area, right?
Once a year, I'll send you a lullaby from your sister.
Happy birthday.
Today, you've been born again.
During all those days I spent taking lives, there's one thing that stayed with me.
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
What do you think? Easy, isn't it?
Deep within the moon, go to sleep
Big brother, that was lullaby number eight.
I sang it well, didn't I?
I turned eight years old today. Next year will be the ninth one, huh?
I sang it well, didn't I?
I turned eight years old today. Next year will be the ninth one, huh?
Mao...
I....
I had an aptitude for killing.
A little while ago, someone in the neighborhood had a baby!
She's so cute!
I listened closely to those brief messages I received once a year,
and wished for my little sister's happiness.
Are you eating properly?
You know, Mei—this little girl in the neighborhood—hates vegetables.
She's just like you.
That was the only thing that kept me going.
Mei has a beauty mark on her left cheek. It's in the same spot as yours!
Oh, also...
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
Smile and go to sleep
That was lullaby number nineteen.
I sang it well, didn't I?
It's a shame to kill a guy like him.
I have so much I want to tell you.
I can't afford to die here.
I told you about it before, didn't I?
It's a place that guys like you can go to.
If anything ever happens...
This is...
Welcome to Hotel Inhumans.
Inhuman
Not human; like a monster
Lacking human kindness or weakness
Ruthless; cruel
Sister Sister
Are you here to check in?
Yes. I don't have a reservation.
This is your first visit to our hotel. Is that correct?
Yes. The previous head told me about it.
He said that if anything happened, I should come here.
The previous head?
The first head of the Okajima Group.
Understood, sir.
Then, if you would sign this lodging contract and seal it with your blood.
Mr. Siao, I confirm receipt of your contract.
Should you have any requests during your stay here, please ask us, the concierges.
We can begin by seeing to your injuries.
No, there's a request I want to make before that.
No matter what the request may be,
there is one word that a concierge will never say.
My sister and I were separated. Please find her.
That word is "no."
Of course, sir.
I see.
Your younger sister was to be freed when she turned twenty.
The second head broke this promise that the first head made to you,
leading to this situation.
He calls himself the second head, but he's just your average scum.
And the song sent to you by your sister every year
was a lullaby sung in your hometown.
Is that correct?
Yes.
The Okajima Group's number one hit man.
Age: late twenties.
Skilled with knives and handguns.
Excels in speed-based close combat.
How do you know all that about me?
The hospitality we extend to our guests begins before they stay with us.
That part is sort of my responsibility.
Oh, pardon me for not introducing myself sooner. I am Ikuro Hoshi.
That is Sara Haizaki.
And now...
I would like to confirm one thing, if you'll permit it.
Regarding your request, the search for the sister from whom you've been separated...
What would you like to do?
What will you do if we find that she has already passed away?
If that's true... then what was the point?
She was born in a village where she couldn't even live until she was twenty.
Her parents abandoned her. Her brother was taken from her.
Mao's own freedom was stolen from her because she lived as a hostage.
What was the point of Mao's life?!
Sara, shall we begin?
Mr. Siao, welcome to the chapel.
Let's wait here.
Wait?
Yes. Right now, waiting is important.
I know!
Music heard in this chapel is something truly special!
Would you mind letting me hear your sister's lullaby?
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
Oh, how soothing.
Deep within the moon, go to sleep
I wish I could borrow this song later.
Hey, what're we waiting for?
Mr. Siao, you have been betrayed, and you are now being pursued.
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
It is also uncertain whether your sister still lives.
...sleep
The only leads we have right now are a photo and a song.
That being the case...
we should simply ask directly.
I've been looking for you, Siao.
And you, you're staff here. Would you hand that man over to us?
Mr. Okajima, may I ask where Mr. Siao's younger sister is right now?
Are you stupid?
We're the ones asking the questions here!
I thank you for being so conscientious as to arrive here one minute early.
Huh?
"Tonight at 4:00 AM."
"A man was shot at a construction site."
"Covered in blood, he fled to this hotel chapel."
That report...
You were kind enough to believe it, weren't you?
So the recent rumors were true, then.
They say the Okajimas' second head and his underlings all need to research more.
Hello! I am in charge of that sort of thing here.
Pardon me for not introducing myself earlier. I am Ikuro Hoshi.
Now, where is Mr. Siao's younger sister?
Enough of this! Let's start by taking this guy out, Okajima-san!
Oh, wait, wait! I'm not the one who handles...
Five, four, three, two, one.
As usual, you get the award for punctuality.
Your turn, Sara.
Welcome to Hotel Inhumans.
Allow me, Sara Haizaki, to show you our hospitality.
What kind of hospitality would that be, little lady?
Please rest for a little while.
That little...
Wh-Who is this woman?
Didn't your predecessor tell you?
Hey!
She's a concierge.
There are many theories about the origin of the word "concierge"...
Stay away!
...but one of them states that in 16th century France,
a certain position in castles formed the basis of the word's meaning.
That position...
was the gatekeeper.
In this hotel that caters specifically to killers, Hotel Inhumans,
she is its most powerful guardian.
S-Siao?
Is Mao alive?
Wait! Calm down! You've got this all wrong!
Is she alive?!
If you kill me, your sister dies, too!
Then where is she now?
I can't tell you.
Not when you're treating me, the second head, like this.
She's alive, right?
Yes.
It arrived last night.
Your noble sister had no idea her older brother was going to be killed,
so she sent the twentieth lullaby.
The twentieth, you say?
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
That's strange.
Hey! What's that?
It permeates this whole song.
In a world where living to twenty is difficult,
Smile and go to sleep
this song carries a prayer that the listener will live to see the next year.
From the night a child turns one, this song is sung,
linking the years together until they turn twenty. A lullaby of nineteen verses.
Which means it doesn't exist.
There is no twentieth lullaby.
...not serious.
You can't be serious!
Why would the death of one stupid girl...
mean that I—
That was lullaby number nineteen.
I sang it well, didn't I?
I've sung the whole song now.
We finally get to see each other next year, right?
Hey, big brother...
I have so much I want to tell you.
Hotel Inhumans.
Rock, paper, scissors!
Cheating!
Sara, you have to be cheating!
Losing nineteen times in a row just doesn't make sense!
I haven't slept for three whole days since then, you know!
You're too soft.
S-Sof—
Hurry off to the cleaning department.
Ugh, this is awful. How many people's blood is on here?
They'd be thrilled to get this much blood at a blood drive.
Are you certain it was for the best?
Only telling him the location of his sister's grave.
You found out more before he checked out, didn't you?
Mr. Siao's younger sister, Ms. Mao, had...
Well, it would've been ill-mannered of me to say.
When I think about how Mr. Siao must be feeling...
I sang it well, didn't I?
...in this neighborhood...
Are you eating properly?
I've sung the whole song now.
I have so much I want to tell you.
Mao. Mao...
I've killed a lot of people.
I have an aptitude for killing people.
But you'd never need something like that, right?
So that I can hear your voice next year, too,
Smile and go to sleep
A little while ago, someone in the neighborhood had a baby!
She's so cute!
Mei has a beauty mark on her left cheek. It's in the same spot as yours!
Who are you?
That lullaby you were just singing...
You know it?
My dad told me
that if I sing it here, my mom will hear me.
Ms. Mao built herself a family in secret.
It was in defiance of her life spent as a hostage against her brother.
Well, let's just call it a little surprise from a concierge.
Ah! I got blood on me!
Ikuro, you forgot your—
The best hotels have certain requirements.
The finest-quality meals.
Sublime relaxation and comfort.
Captivating entertainment.
And...
an assortment of the newest weapons.
Trustworthy false identities.
Impeccable corpse disposal.
Oh, I so wanna quit!
I'm definitely gonna quit!
This is Hotel Inhumans.
Our guests are killers for hire.
The ones who wait on them...
Honestly. He hates killers, and yet...
It's so sweet.
The ones who wait on them...
are those who never say "no," the concierges.
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