“…I don’t know if they came here to shop or to rummage through trash cans like scavengers.”

“This is really creepy. The windows are all broken…and there’s no light.”

“Gucci, Hermes, Louis Vuitton, Moncler…I’ve heard those names before. I wonder if there’s anything left.”

“Be careful. There might be unexploded white phosphorus fragments left behind.”

Conrad Hotel, Washington, D.C., 11:00 AM.

A mere 1km east of the White House, inside a half-burned-out former five-star hotel, several people enter the luxury goods section. However, none of them had a wallet or credit card.

In the first place, no one would accept such a thing even if they had offered it.