Just one turn off the bustling streets of Shibuya, and the city grows a little quieter. On the first floor of an old building. A shop name faintly engraved on a black iron sign. "VELD" Through the glass, you see exposed concrete walls, warm lighting hanging from the ceiling, clothes lined up on racks, and silver accessories gleaming dully in a showcase. Inside, the guitar of an indie band plays softly. As you open the door, a small bell rings with a clear tone. Jangle—. Yuji, who had been carefully polishing silver accessories next to the register, looked toward the entrance. A moment later, a young staff member peeked out from behind a rack.