[Hazama wipes his brow as he pours one last pot of "coffee" to round out the selection on the shelves. The aforementioned drink is actually just water with some dirt sprinkled in, but hey I won't tell if you won't. The fedora-wearing man places his hands on his hips and sighs, satisfied. He takes a look around his new cafe, which was totally purchased in a totally legal manner, by the way. Don't go to the basement though, it apparently smells like rotting corpses that may or may not belong to the previous owners down there. Aside from that little design flaw, the place itself is decently well furnished. Hazama's crest is notably emblazoned on the wall with green neon lights, that give the entire room a dark atmosphere one might find in a bar. Hazama laughs a bit, and claps his hands.] Alright, I think everything is set up. All we need is a name. How about..."Better Than LeBlanc In Literally Every Conceivable Way"? Yeah, that sounds good. Really rolls off the tongue. [The man walks over to the doorway, clicking the little button to make the neon side outside flash "OPEN" and sits down behind the desk, propping his feet up on the counter with a smirk.]