From a door on a small building previously thought to be abandoned emerged a sign. On the sign were the words Safe Heaven in Kanji and under it Safe Haven in a smaller print of English.

The door, itself, has also changed dramatically. Instead of what once was a simple sliding wooden frame was now a small entrance with foriegn design. It was bolted on the right side and opened outwards with a hinge. Decievingly, the door will be heavy.

Inside, the building opened to a regular bar. There are quaint booths of red leather on the left and a warm wooden bar counter on the right. On the fourth wall at the back of this room is a small sign reading 'Welcome' in kanji. The room is dark but there are always candles lit in one quaint area or another.

Across the bar counter was a rack of many different beverages. It extended the entire length of the wall. In the center of the rack were assorted glasses for anything from hard liquor to fancy dress cocktails. So it should be obvious that this is a bar to serve alcohal and alcohal only.

Infront of this rack would most likely be a man of moderate age. Short black hair and brown eyes. Obviously japanese and adorned in simple robes of brown, red, and black. The type of outfit one would find a bartender wearing in old japan. Nothing out of the ordinary. For should a bar not have a bartender in it, then it would probably be closed.

A young female, approximately 19 years in age, dressed in a dark blue yukate was walking down the street, when she saw the sign for the Safe Heaven. She stopped infront of it curiously.

"I don't remember this being here before." she said quietly to herself.

Still carrying a bushel of leaks in her arms she tries the door. Strangely, the door didn't move as easily as she thought it would. Concentrating a little more she puts more of her body into opening the door. Slowly the door began to open. She opened it until she was able to step inside. Curiously she looked around, not really sure of what to expect of the seatings and tables.

She didn't quite recognize the place as a bar until she was face to face with the bartender looking at the wall of alcohols, at which point she blushed and bowed. Her long braid slid down off her back, passed her side, until it hung in front of her body, just off to the right side of her face.

"Gomenasai!" was the only thing she stated loudly, the rest came out more like a whisper, "I.. was just curious.. as to what this place was.. The.. The last time I remember looking at this spot.. it looked abandoned.."

She paused, waiting to be scorned for disturbing the business.

*After a few minutes, and not a word from the owner, she feels even more embarrased than ever. Too ashamed to even stand up and look at the owner, she remains bowed, and walks out backwards towards the door, hopefully not bumping into anyone on her way out. She reaches for the door, but finds it difficult to open while her back is towards it. She quickly turns around, and puts her strength into opening it, and goes back out onto The Street.*