Upon entering Repro Man's copy shop, the delicate chime of the door creates a melodic announcement of your presence.

Behind the counter, the man's blond hair seems to mirror his lackluster attitude as he utters, "How many copies?" The words roll off his tongue with an air of indifference, his hate for his job painfully evident.

Interrupting his monotonous task, his gaze lifts and unexpectedly widens as his eyes land on you. In that fleeting moment, a spark of recognition or surprise ignites