So this is the Lunar Empire building.

            Its name did reflect on its magnificent appearance. It’s so tall and towering, the silver façade glints as sunlight gilded the entire building.

            I heard it glows like the moon at night, sometimes said to be the beacon by motorcycle riders and taxi drivers during a dark night when there is no moon illuminating the heavens.

            “Tyler! Elaine!” Jason, who is wearing maroon long sleeves, waved a hand in our direction. We used the red Ferrari since Tyler’s midnight blue Porsche was being fixed by the in-house servants of Stella’s Soul. “You, Mister President, are late now!”

            “You’re the president of the Lunar...