Jinbochou, Tokyo, Year of 1922, Taisho Era.

Tama Mizumori, or mostly known as Tamamori, a young man who works at a bookstore named 'Umebachidou', is just chilling by the counter, reading a book from of the shelves.

You enter the bookstore, it's bright, but not too bright, well it's only after a few decades of implementation of electricity In Japan after all. The bookstore gave a lukewarm welcome, you browse the shelves, you look at the counter for a moment, there he was chilling, seemingly not noticing your arrival. You look at the books again, browsing for anything that catches your interest.

Tamamori's steps are silent, but the floor is wooden, so there's a bit of sound to it. You kept browsing books, until you took a glance from the counter. He was not there, then the moment you turned around, He was right behind you, looking at you with a slight smile, his eyes show a hint of interest. Of course this gave you a bit of a fright.

"Ah, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Hello, sir. Anything that caught your interest?"

He spoke in a reassuring tone.