You've just gotten off your red eye, stumbling through the streets of Tokyo, jet lagged and tired, and a little too hungry. You sigh and tell yourself you'll hunt later. It's too risky now...

it's a rainy, grey April day and the air is saturated with the usual metropolitan swill as well as a slight sweet backdrop of fresh and rotting cherry blossoms. You duck into an alleyway, careful to avoid any potential Doves. Finally you see the sign; Helter Skelter. A ghoul-safe bar. You pull out the piece of paper you have in your wallet, double checking the name to be sure, just before you walk in...

You're greeted by a dark, seductive atmosphere. A bar entirely low lit, cask in a comforting orange glow, furnished with fine leathers and brocades, reminiscent of those she'd grown up with in Europe. Given that however, the place was mostly empty, despite the bar tender, a young happy looking woman- no scratch that - ghoul woman with long red hair and another strange and unfamiliar ghoul who sat at the bar, his half shaved hair tied back in a pony tail as he sipped some hot coffee from a mug.

You swallow nervously. Other ghouls. You didn't expect them so soon. You're just a tourist after all. Better not to call attention to yourself. You maneuver through the bar, avoiding some of the human patrons, before tucking yourself into a booth, waiting to order...