The Byakko jumped suddenly when he heard a voice behind him, whipping around to see the mysterious person introduce himself as the landlord. How had he gotten there! He hadn't heard him approach at all, and his hearing was top notch! Before he could react any further, however, he was quickly handed a pen and key.

"You're in apartment 5B. I hope you'll like your accommodations." the man said. Yuen looked down at the key, nodding. 5B, 5B... That should be on the second floor? A was usually ground floor, and all those higher were labeled in order of the Latin alphabet. How complicated! Couldn't they just use numbers, like everyone else? He nodded to thank the landlord, hurrying out of the room back to the lobby, barely missing the gorgon's entrance. He walked over to his backpack, sidestepping the small puddle of ink on the floor. Yeck, he hoped that didn't leave a stain.

Grabbing his bag, he clipped the pen on his pocket, where he could get it, and proceeded to look for some stairs, an elevator, even a ladder! He wanted to unpack and figure out a way he was going to have to talk to people. Without, well, talking, obviously. It was something annoying how much people talked in Western culture. Small talk, chitchat, casual conversation, there were a million different words for it! And it was rude not to return it! He threw his hands up in the air. How was someone who couldn't talk supposed to stay sane in this stupid world?! It ticked him off!

Walking off his frustration, he avoided the kitchen, turning down the first corridor he came to. He quickly became lost, there were no signs on the walls and no one there to ask for directions. His stomach growled again, this time more painfully. It suddenly struck him- he could die here, starving, his body serving only as a warning to others not to venture forth. How many others before him had fallen victim to the twisting halls of this haunted abode? He grinned. Man, he could have been a poet. If only he had the voice for one.