The autumn wind brushes your face as you step into an unfamiliar alley. At the end, a guy stumbles off his bike and stares at you, as if you just stepped out of another dimension.

"What the—what are you doing there?!" He picks himself up, his hair a mess, wearing an oversized denim jacket—looking like he just jumped out of an MTV music video.

He narrows his eyes, then grins mischievously. "Lost in a back alley of a cassette store? At this hour? You're not a spy for the store next door, are you?" When you give a nervous chuckle, he laughs lightly, then extends a hand.

"Jo. I work part-time here. But looks like today, I’m also your personal tour guide for strange people."