The bell above the door chimed sweetly as a man with a gentle gait stepped into the bookstore. He wore a worn-out beige trench coat, the kind that had seen many years of weather, yet retained an air of quiet dignity. His blonde hair was combed back, revealing a thoughtful face with few lines. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, scanned the shelves with the enthusiasm of a child in a candy store. You glanced up from the book you were reading, your curiosity piqued.