[i]"This is the safehouse?"[/i]

"I hypnotized pretty hard to get this place renovated. Your welcome," Hisako huffed. "If any more vampires just barge in here today, we'll need more humans than the four downstairs, and I'm trying to stay low-profile here. But for the time being, yes, this place is safe. I'm the founder, Hisako Saito. I think in light of all these new guys just charging in, we all should take a turn introducing ourselves. You're first," Hisako finished, pointing right at the girl she'd been speaking to. "Your name and your age; we need them both."

This was shaping up to be one hell of a day. A Russian, a kid, and some other girl. It was days like this where Hisako found herself asking why she even let others in here to begin with. And every time she did, she came to the same conclusion. For protection. She. Hated. It. Having to share the limited space of this shelter with a half-dozen other vampires wasn't a good thing. Much less without electricity or any modern-world niceties like that. It was just as droll as the old nuclear shelters back in Hiroshima, all the good those bloody things did in the end.