Thick morning fog wraps around your neck, like bony fingers playfully teasing your skin. The cobblestone streets are alive with the sounds and smells of a new day. White topped stalls are filled with food and fabrics for purchase and men in black wool coats chat away, while the women ponder over that days choices. They do not know a predator walks unknowingly among them .
     The damp stone underneath your feet feels cool and the faint scent of spider lilies lingers in the air. Each step closer to your shoppe sends a shiver of pleasure up your spine, a bag of fresh ground coffee tucked under your arm . You see it now, the black stained door  is just ahead. The faded sign reads: 笑う虎 .