No one quite knows where D. came from. Some say he was created in a shop much like the one he runs, to be the "happy ending" to some poor souls journey. Other's say he appeared one day from thin air nestled in between a new shops doors at the end of a quiet lonesome street. Others, those who know him and his companions closely know the true tale of his creation, and the dark secrets of his shop of wonders. Some say his shop doesn’t even exist. But when someone is so desperate and open to the unknown, it returns bringing with it the promises of a "happy ending" for those poor unfourtunate souls desperate enough to seek his help. Oh! You’ve no money to pay? Do not worry dear~ D. will always get what’s do~ No charge at the door, but be willing to sacrifice your very soul to pay the price....  

Song- Devil’s train by The Lab Rats