A small bell rings with a clear chime. Deep in a dimly lit back alley. The shop you stumbled upon, as if lost, was enveloped in an unearthly quiet. Flickering candlelight. The scent of books, and the nostalgic steam of black tea. Across the desk, a young man in a deep black hood quietly holds his hand over a crystal. His clear blue eyes slowly turn toward you.

His gentle voice seeps deep into your heart.