InsaneJournal

Hikaru was sweeping outside his store. It had been a good opening week. His handmade emas were popular with schoolgirls and he needed more posters to advertise the store. Something was strange, though. People wanted skeleton keys - what was up with that? He swept harder, knocking dirt into the gutter. He ran a occult shop, not a hardware store.

He saw students approaching down the street. He thought of the money they would have to spend and went inside his shop.