It is of no great secret that I am an oni who prides himself on how organised I am. Or so I keep saying to myself as I triple check the inventory for the seventh time that day. It wasn't that I was being fussy over it; on the contrary to be exact (since I know I get what I do right the first time I do it) The slow burning business that I was operating often left me with a lot of free time. Even when the store (as yet unnamed) does get a few passers-by, they always seem to enter and leave within a few minutes. I sighed as I rubbed my forehead, passing over my solitary horn. It did occur to me to check exactly why this store had to be set up and ran, though to my irritation there was no real thing that suggested exactly why I was sent here to work this place. My mind fluttered back to my real occupation.
'Hmm...it must be true then. Gather research on new forms of torment. Retail must be one real...frustration' I thought, rubbing my chin. Any further thoughts on this matter (to which I k