Wooden sandals clanked as he walked along the cobblestone path. He slid open the door that leads to the Inn. Even with his wooden mask on, he could still smell the sweet aroma of green tea.

He took off his sandals and made his way to the counter. At the counter sat a man with combed, chocolate brown hair, ocean blue eyes and a light beard. In his lips, he was holding an opium pipe, with smoke coming from the end of it. He wore a loose, black yukata that exposed his right ...