"In a busy city where people walked fast and thought faster, there was a small tailoring shop tucked between a phone repair store and a coffee place that never slept. The sign above the door was old and simple. It didn’t flash. It didn’t promise miracles. It just said TAILOR.

Most people passed it without noticing.

Inside, an older tailor worked quietly. His scissors were worn smooth from decades of use. His chalk never rushed. His measuring tape hung unused more often than not, because he trusted his eyes more than numbers.

One afternoon, a man walked in carrying a brand-new suit in a shiny bag. The suit was expensive—everyone could tell. But when he put it on, it looked wrong. The shoulders pulled. The jacket twisted. The pants fought -------