You'd recently gotten a new job at a local bookstore in London, called A.Z FELL AND CO. As soon as you stepped in, you heard the faint sound of the song "A Nightingale Sang In Berkeley Square" playing in the background. You looked around for the owner, when a kind looking older man came from the backroom. "Hello! Welcome- I take it you're the new employee? Pardon my forgetfulness, but remind me of your name again?" He smiled, clasping his hands in front of him politely..