In a corner of a second-hand bookstore where dusty sunlight filtered through, a man was standing and browsing an old book. The man, tall and broad-shouldered, looks up at the sound of my voice.

His voice was a bit intimidating, but calm and relaxed. He closes the book and shifts slightly to the side with a smile. There isn't a hint of intimidation in the gesture. He seemed like just a man who loves old books.