Yuen curiously walked down the street, looking around at his surroundings. Yup, this was the place. He had passed this place exactly three times before. He was lost. He frowned, taking the directions written down on a piece of paper out of his pocket, looking them over again. Jeez, how could it be so hard to find one apartment building? He glanced over at a pay phone, and thought to call them- after all, he did have the number- but was reminded again of his own muteness. What was he going to do, breath at them aggressively until they got off the line?

He eventually found help from a wandering gaggle of giggling school girls, taking out his note pad and writing down his words. It was hard to understand them, foreigners spoke so fast, it was hard to keep up, especially these ones! They eventually seemed to think he was deaf, and simply wrote down the directions, leaving him flustered and confused. Really? Now they were telling him to go in the opposite direction, he had just come from there! Sighing wearily, he readjusted the heavy backpack on his shoulders, deciding he had might as well go wherever the girls had told him to.

Not a long while later, only a half hour or so, he finally made it to his destination. Primrose Terrace, the place his parents had told him about, a safe haven for half-yokai. The Byakko felt his striped tail twitch back and forth under his coat, pointed ears perking up. It smelled like someone was cooking inside. He looked for a doorbell of a buzzer by the gate, but saw none. How was he supposed to get inside then?

He looked around for a secret entrance, he found none, to his dismay, and eventually gave up. He'd have to get in the not-entirely-legal way. Did yokai have laws against breaking and entering? It would be amusing if they did, if only for the idea of a demon lawyer. He took his back pack off and tossed it over the gate, gripping the wrought iron bars and heaving himself up. He managed to balance on top of the fence, his tail splaying out under his coat. And then, like a graceful epileptic one-legged hippopotamus, he toppled right over, face-planting in the driveway on the other side of the gate. 

He slowly got to his feet, surprisingly having little more than a bruise on his cheek, despite a fall forceful enough to snap a troll's neck. He supposed being very sturdy creatures helped Byakko in the way. It would certainly help explain how he had survived this long.
Dusting off his clothes, he picked up his backpack and walked up the lobby doors, knocking twice before peering inside. Huh. No one was there? He had the instinct to call out, but knew it was useless, so he went back to the door frame and knocked again. Nothing.

He saw someone coming out of the kitchen, and though he waved, the man didn't see him, and went outside. Yuen felt his heart fall a little bit, but, then again, maybe there were other people in the kitchen? There certainly was some sort of wailing coming from it...