None of My Clients Are Human.

After inheriting my grandfather's dilapidated bookstore, I discovered that it was a strange firm that only served "non-humans". The red embroidered shoes asked me to send a letter to my late husband, and the headless Buddha asked me to find its head that had been lost for centuries. I thought I was just helping them fulfill their last wishes, but until I opened the letters left by my grandfather, I realized that I was already in...