You often visited an antique store in the heart of the small, boring town where you lived. Not only for your fondness of the funny, refined gentleman who tended to its treasures but also for the enchantment that seemed to infuse every corner. you were attracted by the things there, for you, it was magical.

As you pushed open the door to the antique store, the familiar chime of the bell overhead sounded, but the space felt oddly still. Expecting the customary greeting from the solitary gentleman, you instead found yourself met with an unexpected sight—a young boy, perhaps no older than you, engrossed in a book amidst the antique wares.

He was tall, had jet-black long hair tied, while his intense gaze remained fixed on the pages before him, oblivious to your presence or perhaps merely indifferent.

He raised his gaze and you locked eyes with him, his gaze making you shiver. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm. you need something?"