Hey, Sara-san. Today is the day you're going to say it for me.
I reject your proposal with all of my strength.
What? You're seriously just turning me away right out the gate?
Come on. Open the doors of your heart.
Fine, then! I'm going to say it!
To offer first-rate hotel services and top-quality support to every killer for hire.
That's the motto of this place, right?
Why ask that now?
"From flower language to code encryption."
The support we offer is what makes this hotel what it is.
Phrasing it in the same way as "from the cradle to the grave" doesn't make it better.
The impression this scene gives me...
It's kinda crazy, isn't it?
Ugh, I messed up.
Tomorrow marks one year since I started here,
but I'm really not cut out for this place!
My heart can't take it!
That's why you're still a baby chick.
Supplying a favorite croissant every morning without fail...
Perfectly servicing a well-used Beretta and delivering it...
Providing support for a hitman's routine is what makes us concierges.
It's worthwhile work, don't you think?
What part of that do you call "worthwhile"?
There is a slight distortion in the grip.
So, which part's worthwhile?
Until you find what makes it worthwhile,
you will always be a baby chick in the nest.
I've already told you.
We have guests.
Remember Me
Welcome to Hotel Inhumans.
Pleased to meet you.
Hello.
Um, may we ask you something?
Of course. How may we help you?
Um...
The thing is, I received a map...
and this.
A blank letter of invitation?
We don't have a service like—
Understood, sir.
Wha—Sara-san?
Oh. It appears with heat?
This is indeed a genuine document from our hotel.
We will have to ask you to wait while we make the necessary preparations.
Wh-Which is why...
I will show you around our hotel in the meantime.
Please wait over there.
Excuse me! If you'd like, I can take your weap—
Ouch!
Their behavior...
Both Iori Hasegawa and Rika Sakai...
are law-abiding citizens.
What a beautiful garden.
Yes.
Who'd have imagined us being invited to such a lovely hotel?
Rika, look.
Look! Look!
They match!
Yeah.
This really is an amazing hotel.
Getting to stay here is like a dream.
Thank you. Um...
Would you happen to know who sent the invitation?
Actually...
A friend who's a hitman?
We'd like to know that, too.
But I think it must be someone who knows me really well.
Amnesia?!
Yes, you see...
He was in a traffic accident six years ago,
and he lost most of his memories from before that moment.
It's all because he protected me.
So if we can find out who sent the invitation,
we thought it'd give us a chance to get Iori's memories back.
Yes, that's—
That sounds wonderful!
Amnesia.
Doctor?
To be precise, retrograde amnesia, perhaps?
Oh, um...
He is our resident doctor here at the hotel.
A-Are you all right?
You're really sweating.
Huh?
Retrograde amnesia.
A variety of amnesia in which the patient forgets the period
prior to the onset of symptoms.
However, any tasks the human body remembers through procedural memory,
such as riding a bike or how to play an instrument, are retained.
This is my first time seeing a case in person.
How truly intriguing.
Now, if you could please sign here?
Give me consent to do an autopsy after your death.
There it is! I knew it!
Doctor!
Stop it!
Stop soliciting autopsies from guests!
Why?
"Why"?
Why?
"Why"?
Yes, why?
Human intelligence has encroached into the earth, the deep sea, even space.
And yet...
Personal space...
There still exists an unexplored realm.
That would be this. This.
Indeed, this.
People are extremely complicated.
Why do you look so dignified saying all this?
Because it's the truth.
Everyone, please excuse me for interrupting your conversation.
The requested course has been prepared.
Oh, I'm so full! That was delicious.
But is it really okay for us to accept service like this?
Say, have you remembered anything?
Sakai-sama?
May we ask you to change your clothes once more?
Oh, you have a second set? I'd be happy to!
In that case, Hasegawa-sama, we'll head up first.
Oh, purple tulips.
A while back, she really wanted a necklace with that design.
I guess it's a favorite flower of hers.
Sounds wonderful. You two seem so happy.
Yes. I am happy. And that's why...
The truth is, I'd rather not remember anything.
She...
Rika feels responsible for me because I lost my memories protecting her.
That's why she's stayed by my side.
If I get my memories back,
Rika might leave me.
If you can live your life even without your memories,
then that might be best for you.
But...
if the truth is that you don't want to run from this,
then I'll help you look for your memories.
You don't hold back, do you?
Yeah.
I wonder what I should do to get my memories back.
Yeah, that's the thing.
And we still don't know who sent that invitation.
In that case...
we'll have you remember.
Sara-san?
But we were just saying we don't know how to do that.
It's simple.
We'll just do this.
Hasegawa-sama!
The impact of a bullet through a bullet-proof suit.
Hasegawa-sama!
The explosive sound of ammunition.
Wait! What are you doing?!
You will die.
Unless you remember.
The smell of blood.
The taste of blood.
The heat of blood from an open wound.
Sara-san?
Wavering gunpowder smoke.
You still can't remember?
Most importantly...
there is you, yourself.
Sara-san!
Huh?
Very impressive, concierge.
You have my gratitude.
Thank you for assisting in my routine and bringing my memory back.
I never imagined it would work this well.
Hasegawa-sama?
Now I can finally kill Rika.
Not human; like a monster
Lacking human kindness or weakness
Ruthless; cruel
Inhuman
Hotel Inhumans.
Now I can finally kill Rika.
Sara-san, what is all this?
Ikuro-san, the person who sent the invitation...
was Hasegawa-sama himself.
It all happened six years ago.
A certain killer for hire received an unexpected request.
On the night the wealthy client learned that he had only a year left to live,
he conveyed his last request.
The reward equaled several years worth of pay, an extraordinary sum.
The target was the daughter of someone he'd hated all his life.
However, there was one condition.
And that was: "It doesn't matter how many years it takes.
Kill her at the happiest moment in her life."
The professional killer, who always wants to complete a job quickly,
thought long and hard about it, then reached a single answer.
He would create a destiny for her where he'd make her happy himself, then kill her.
However, the accident was essential to his plan.
If these symptoms continue, you'll lose your memories from before the accident.
So the killer created an insurance policy for himself...
a routine that would bring his memories back.
The same scenery.
The same clothes.
The same room.
The same dinner.
Among those days that had faded away,
he engraved these things into himself over and over for this moment.
Most importantly...
Yes, most importantly...
Most importantly, there is the same...
physical feeling of a kill.
What's that supposed to mean?
Hasegawa-san, you said it yourself.
You thought that Rika-san might leave you,
so you were afraid to remember.
Yes, I did say that.
And yet, now that you've remembered, you'll kill Rika-san?
What was all that time you spent together, then?
That was... my job.
You were happy.
You said you were happy, didn't you?
Make her happy, then kill her.
That was... That was the request.
What request?
What professional killer?
If that's what this is...
If that's all this was, then why are you crying?
"Kill her at the happiest moment in her life."
...happy.
I was happy.
I was happy!
Yes. Yes.
That's right.
You're right.
Tell me, Hasegawa-san.
Are you sure that's what you want to do?
This is the only way.
Hasegawa-san!
I did everything I could.
We truly have no words to apologize.
This happened while we were with him.
It isn't your fault.
Who would have thought...
he'd trip and hit his head?
But I'm glad he wasn't severely injured.
I really am.
I'm sorry.
You were hurt because of me, but I don't remember it at all.
Oh, this is just because I fell on my own! That's all!
As I thought, people are indeed the most complicated.
Honestly.
Sorry.
Now, then!
Doctor?
I will excuse myself, so if you could please sign here...
Hang on!
Seriously, Doctor!
Don't just casually offer people autopsy consent forms!
You certainly do have sharp eyes, don't you?
You pull them out every chance you get!
Um...
Did I... say anything up on the roof?
I feel like... I forgot something important.
Let's see... No, nothing in particular.
We'll be going now.
Ugh! I thought I was gonna die!
Who'd have thought the shock from hitting his head
would erase his memory again?
People truly are the most complicated.
Ikuro-san, it reached over here, as well.
And over there.
Could you please not talk about my blood like it's spots of spilled soy sauce?
The person who sent this never did show up.
I guess we're back to square one in restoring your memories.
Rika.
About that...
Let's stop looking for my memories.
What? But...
You know, it's... I don't know...
It's strange, but I'm really certain about this.
Even if my memories came back... I would still love you, Rika.
Will you marry me?
And it's midnight.
One whole year since I started here...
In the end, you made me handle everything.
Well, I'm injured, you know...
Hold up!
You should apologize to me, Sara-san!
That routine to bring his memories back!
If you'd told me about it from the beginning, I wouldn't have had to go through all...
Sara-san?
One year.
Is that right?
Then, in accordance with tradition,
I must settle the matter of your graduation from baby chick.
You've been taught now, yes?
At this hotel, each and every one of the guests that we interact with
have hands stained with blood and an immeasurable determination to live.
And that is exactly why our work is to support our guests as they face their jobs,
and to provide the utmost hospitality,
allowing them to forget everything for a brief while.
And yet, you remain as soft and sweet as you ever were.
Answer me one thing.
Why did you stop Hasegawa-sama?
Why didn't you allow him to die?
Why...
Are you sure that's what you want to do?
Hasegawa-san.
Can I ask you one last thing?
Why was it that the necklace Rika-san wanted was a purple tulip?
Do you know?
"If his memories come back, he might leave me."
Don't you think she might have had the same fears you did?
That's right, Rika-san also...
Do you know the flower language of a purple tulip?
They are words that hold Rika-san's hopes for a future with you.
It means "undying love."
Why...
did I stop Hasegawa-san?
Well, I mean, I didn't want to let him die.
Not when he wanted to live so badly.
Is that what you mean by "soft and sweet"?
But... yeah.
If it is, then sweet is fine with me.
Hey! Personal space!
Sweet is fine with you.
So you did find the thing that makes this worthwhile for you.
You smiled.
"To respond to the unspoken pleas of our guests."
The idea that a concierge might find an answer
through sweetness is just so funny.
Ikuro-san.
The days here have no proper end to them, but I hope you will continue with us.
Welcome to Hotel Inhumans.
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