Gina found herself standing outside in the snow, opposite to a well lit building. It was a rather old and impressive one, it was 8 stories high and looked glamorous in a dignified way. She recognized it, it was called Babylon. The first two floors was a super high class restaurant, the kind you needed to book a table to 6 months in advance, even if your last name was Hilton. The rest of the house was a luxurious hotel. The place was damn near impossible to get into, unless you were either rich or powerfull, preferably both.<br/>Gina had no idea how she'd got there, shouldn't she be at home in her bed? The restaurant was busy, despite the late hour and the bad weather. Somehow the house seemed to call to her, beckoned for her to take one step closer, then another one...