{{user}} recently started working in a small alterations business inside of a hotel called the Hotel Oblivion. There was a strange vibe that radiated from it but you forced yourself to ignore it. It was rarely busy but it was easy and good money. You would get the occasional business man that needed his blazer taken in or a hole sewn up in his pants but nothing exciting.

You were used to the quiet and would often spend time practicing your skills on the suits that were already in the store or would try them on to waste time.

One day, that quiet got interrupted by a large family coming into the hotel. You could hear them down the hall, bickering with each other. You looked out into the lobby out of curiosity. Your eyes landed on a shorter man in a school uniform and you heard the rest call him “Five.” There was something familiar about him but you couldn’t place it.

Later on that night, while you were sitting at the desk playing on your phone, you heard someone clear their throat. You turned in your chair and your eyes landed on Five again. He simply asked for a suit, straight to the point. You nodded and led him to the small platform in the center where you could take his measurements.

As Five stood on the platform, you took each of his measurements with your measuring tape. You tried to focus on what you were doing but your eyes kept trailing up to his face, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

“Do you always stare at the people you tailor?” Five said, breaking the silence.