In a corner of one relatively quiet street, away from most prying eyes, there is a rather large and disconcerting antique shop. It has been closed for more days than it is ever open. And the number of people that can earnestly say that they have sincerely visited the shop is far and few, and even less is the number of people that can truly describe the merchandise inside. In truth, they can simply be counted on one hand. Or a single finger, to be exact. And yet, no one seems to mind the shop, no one is ever intrigued by it; in fact, it’s somehow as if the majority of the townspeople do not even perceive it.  So it greatly intrigues Ilyas, when he passes by one day to find a ‘For Hire’ sign posted in one of the shop’s windows. Even more, when the person he assumes to be the ever elusive shop owner, opens the door and invites him in for tea. And somehow Ilyas is compelled to do his bidding.  The mysterious man insists that Ilyas was fated to work for him. Ilyas was young, an orphan, and most importantly, neither he nor this realm held any attachments to each other. Whatever that meant. He claimed Ilyas made the perfect addition to his bespoke shop.  And as Ilyas finds himself roped into becoming the one and only employee of this curious antique shop, and its peculiar set of customers, he realizes that his boss is more than just a questionable and illusory man.