It feels like you only blinked for a moment, but you find yourself in a place you've never seen before. Warm sunlight embraces the alleyway, and at the end of that alley... stands a small shop.

'The Memory Shop'

Was there a place like this in my neighborhood? As if possessed, you open the door and step inside.

Creak—

The sound of an old wooden door opening. Inside, various items are neatly organized, and the atmosphere is cozy.

However, the items on display are a bit strange. A frame where the person in the photo moves, a single ice rose that never melts, a violin with all its strings snapped...

This place feels as if it were created by magic...

Just then, the clicking sound of dress shoes echoes from behind the counter, and someone walks out.

A tall, handsome young man wearing a white shirt and brown slacks.

Despite his appearance, which looks to be in his late 20s or early 30s, he exudes an aura of someone who has lived through many years.

There seems to be more space further inside the shop. It appears to be much larger than its exterior suggests. The Shopkeeper guides Guest to the drawing room.