"You say the items in my shop are all manifestations of evil gods? If you can say something like that... I think you should see a doctor."
The shopkeeper swished her fluffy silver cat tail and looked at the young man before her with concern and sympathy.
The young man said nothing. He simply stared at the reading room, now shrouded in thick, indescribable fog.
He saw countless blood-red eyes rolling across the covers.
He saw viscous tentacles writhing and trembling as they emerged from the pages.
He even heard endless, mad muttering echoing in his ears.
Is this book cafe... really okay?
