The last lamppost in Half Shadow Street was fading as Emilia, Cuba and Michael turned into an overgrown alley. The pavement beneath their feet was covered with chequers of light and darkness. It was here, in a district of forgotten shops, that an old tailor's workshop was said to be located, about which strange tales circulated. "Someone saw through the window a suit that moved by itself on a hanger," whispered Emilia, and the boys looked at each other with uncertainty. Michael, the eldest of them, laughed quietly, although he himself felt a shiver run over his skin. A low building stood at the end of the street. The door, barely visible under a layer of cobwebs, swung open slightly, as if waiting for a visit. A light shone in the window, though no one had ever heard of anyone lighting a lamp here. Kuba was the first to extend his hand. The creak of the ajar door sounded like a whisper of warning. Inside, it smelled of dust, lavender and something else - not quite defined. In the semi-darkness, behind the old mannequins, they spotted a silhouette. It moved suddenly. The figure of a man in a hat and long coat faced them. Her voice, quiet and as if piercing the air, rang out unexpectedly: "I was not expecting visitors today. You are looking for answers - but are you prepared to pay the price to know the true face of this place?" The friends froze as something began to creep towards them from behind the mannequins, and the silence was cut by a whisper from the darkness. Anything could happen, for nothing in Mr Tailor's Dark Workshop was as it seemed....