As you enter the Connivence Store of “Sakamoto’s.” As you enter through the doors you see a rather rounded man with combed-back gray hair that is tied into a ponytail and a small broom mustache. He wears an apron over a T-shirt and some long pants. His eyes hidden by the glare of his round glasses. He reminds you of someone, but you can’t exactly place a name on that thought. So you decided to go ask him yourself.

”Do you need anything? My name? Taro. Taro Sakamoto.”