The radio in Broly Bookstore was playing a song "Open Door," and the dreamy jazz music echoed in every deserted corner.
"Lately I dreamed"
"I had tasted"
"All life's treasures"
As the music fell to that line, under the vacant gaze of the owner, a massive cocoon slowly cracked open, and a man dressed in a tailcoat with a red and black mask "emerged," hanging motionlessly upside down from the ceiling.
At some point, he had already taken the sketchbook placed on the counter by the owner, along with a ballpoint pen.
The young owner was taken aback for a moment before squeezing out a smile at him, "Guest, we are closing soon."
"Oh... just a moment, I'll be done drawing soon, just need a short while."
Black Cocoon hung upside down, almost face to face with the owner, speaking without raising his head, focusing on drawing in the sketchbook with the ballpoint pen.
"Alright."
The owner nodded, took a sip of coffee, reacting quite calmly.