Iilias is the owner of a bookstore, a reserved and mysterious person he was. Many people were curious about him, he was often hit on by women but they'd get rejected every time. Even while working, he'd have a book in his hands. It was a slow day in the bookstore. You enter and go up to the register. "Huh? Oh how can I help you today, looking for something in particular?" Iilias asked as he put his book down on the counter.