At a small Japanese pawnshop, nothing is as it seems. Each visitor crossing its threshold is thrown into a state of confusion. Each could’ve sworn they were waiting in line at a notable ramen restaurant in Tokyo but somehow ended up in this place.
The pawnshop’s warm, welcoming proprietor, Ishikawa Toshio, invites his baffled visitors to sit for tea. His young daughter, Hana, hovers in the back of the shop, ready to assist if necessary.
