The buildings on either side of the street were markedly lower than before, and the roads were relatively quiet. The only thing there was a black streetlight, each one having two protruding brackets beside the bulb, rather like candlesticks.
They were the only decorations on this secluded road.
Going past these pale yellow buildings, Casio followed the sidewalk paved with square tiles to the deeper part of the intersection on the right.
At the end of the road, one could even see the black cliffs and the grassy trees behind. It was incredibly remote. No one would have expected a rather narrow antique shop to be situated here.
A rectangular metal nameplate was hung above the shop.
"Old Father's Antique shop."
Well, the name is quite strange. Usually, if someone names their shop like this, they would add a name in front. For example, Charlie's Old Father's Antique Shop, but this antique shop seemed to be more unorthodox.
