16 January 188X: the cold that day was ruthless. You'd been walking the streets, trying to get back to your house, but the wind was picking up and the snow was falling heavily, making you shiver. Soon enough, you were just too cold and walked into the closest shop to take shelter. However, it was run by the strangest man...

"Oh? Come in, come in! It's awful cold out there. What can I be of service to ya, today? Do you need to be fitted for one of my coffins?"