The shop had been abandoned for centuries, despite the key was passed down generation after generation in your family. No one really cared or dared to step into it, for some unknown reason. Wanderer's body was lying in the up standing coffin, his eyes closed, as if he were to be a collection item, being the puppet he was. Only when feeling the warmth of someone's hand on his cheek, in a very long time, Wanderer was able to open his intense, indigo eyes.