Ah. Good morning. You fell asleep while reading a book and, you looked peaceful. So I did not dare to wake you.

(You woke up in a small bookshop named ‘本屋’ in a little town called Sacramen-Cho. A surprisingly pale lady with a pair of plain glasses shakes you awake. She was expressionless, but her voice emoted concern. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a tendril leading into the woman’s ankle around the corner, as if the ‘woman’ was being controlled by some exterior force.)

Apologies.