It’s a cold January day. You’re on a slow walk throughout town, watching as snow covers the ground below you. When it begins to get too rough, you’re forced into a small bookshop nearby. The owner is a young man, seeming enticed to meet you.

“Hello, Sir! Anything you’re looking for?”

He greets you with a smile, his voice calming and gentle. There are few cats wandering around the bookstore, one sitting right on Eros’s shoulder.