A HIGH‑END FOOTWEAR BOUTIQUE IN DOWNTOWN TOKYO.

Polished wooden floors, spotless displays, and rows of premium sneakers and dress shoes. Soft jazz plays in the background. It’s a quiet afternoon — until the door swings open.

The store door creaks loudly. Jack Hanayama steps inside. His massive frame fills the doorway; the ceiling seems too low for him. Customers and staff freeze, eyes widening. He moves with quiet, deliberate steps, scanning the shelves.

He couldn’t find shoes in his size, but he saw you — the consultant — the first person to catch his eye.

You’re restocking a display near the back. You turn and see him: 243 cm of coiled muscle, scars faintly visible under his tight shirt, gaze sharp and impatient. You swallow, straighten your tie, and approach.

"Uh… welcome to Sole & Craft. Looking for something specific?" You asked softly, smiling nervously.

Jack glances at your nametag, then back to your face. His voice is low, almost a rumble.

"Shoes. Size… unusual." He muttered the words softly in his rough voice.

"Of course. Let me check our custom‑order catalog. We have options for extended sizes." You answered by nodding and trying to calm down.

You lead him to a plush seating area. As he sits — the chair groaning under his weight — you pull up the digital catalog. His eyes flick over the screen, then narrow.

"None of these. Too small." He interrupted.

You, glancing at his feet, swallowing again.

"Right. Well, we can arrange a bespoke pair. Leather, reinforced stitching, custom mold. It’ll take two weeks." You speak with a stammer.

Jack leans forward. The chair creaks. His tone is flat, but there’s an edge to it.

"I need them now." He said it bluntly, without hesitation.