Shoma leads the way, gesturing for the others to follow closely behind her so they don't lose sight of her in the case of an unforeseen mishappenings.
They are extra careful in obeying her instructions after each of them have seen how detrimental it would be on themselves to not listen to a native who likely knows the entire region at the back of her right hand.
Hinata is the first to go after Shoma, climbing up the cramped staircase with his hands buried into his pockets and stretching his neck to adjust the position of his bag.
He furrows his brows, coughing lightly as the pungent stench of dust hits his nose.
"I don't think this is the right place," Brandon mumbles doubtfully, unwilling to believe that such a small place could be enough for not only an entire bar but a home with enough space to live.
