[ WP ] A lonely piece of furniture that has yet to be sold .

`` Sir, how may I help you? 
 
 -I'm looking for a wooden desk. Something elegant, perhaps a bit antique. 
 
 -Very well. Follow me please.'' 
 
 Nathan leads the latest customer to the second floor, where the desks and chairs are. He begins showing him various articles, some of which seem to mildly satisfy the customer. Nathan is about to head to the back, where he thinks he'll find what the man is looking for. The idea occurs to him, he hesitates... it would be a waste of time... meeeh what the hell it ca n't hurt to try. 
 
 `` Perhaps this Desk will satisfy you. A bit of a Louis XVI style, very elegant, and still quiet ergonomic 
 
 -huuum, no I do n't think I'll take that one.'' 
 
 There. Obviously. No point in pushing further. Except. 
 
 `` May I ask why? 
 
 -well, I do n't know, it's just not my style.'' 
 
 The customer was clearly puzzled. And he had good reasons to be, this was n't a very common question to ask. Although it only started to get weird when Nathan kept insisting 
 
 `` It is exactly what you asked for, though. Why would you not want it? Is there any specific detail you do n't like? 
 
 -That's a strange question! I do n't like it, that's all! It does n't, look very good, the drawers are off... I mean, I'm allowed to not like it.'' 
 
 Nathan knows he should n't be doing this, but he just ca n't resist his curiosity. He know that if he continues his investigation, the customer will get angry. There is indeed nothing to investigate. The customer's behaviour seemed perfectly natural. It would have been perfectly natural, if it was n't for the history of this specific desk. Usually, pieces were sold after one week to five months. Some took a bit longer. But this one was the only one to remain unsold 7 years. It was good quality, looked nice, had no visible flaw, yet it simply did n't sell. But it was only when you pushed things that they got interesting. In this case, the customer had already mentioned the drawers. Nathan decides that the shop is doing fine financially, and he does n't need this particular customer. 
 
 `` You said the drawers were off. What do you mean by that? 
 
 -I do n't know! Why are you asking these questions!? They just do n't look good, they're... they're too charged, it's not nice, I do n't like it ok?'' 
 
 charged? Things are getting interesting. Nathan knows that he needs to push him into making intuitive responses. 
 
 `` charged? ugly? big? sharp? What are these drawers, what do they want from you?'' The eyes of the man show his increasing anger and astonishment. These half-random words have the expected effect. Soon, he will wonder if Nathan is a mad man, but in the meantime he will say the truly interesting things. 
 
 `` Deep? Sharp? Drawers? That does n't even make sense!! How could drawers be vigilant? Vigilance and sharpness are n't even drawer qualities. And even if these had something to protect, they would n't be sharp or anything. I do not know what you're trying to say, but it is complete nonsense. Goodbye, sir.'' 
 
 Nathan smiled as the door slammed shut. He had heard a lot with this one. When the customers took time to consider the piece of furniture, they always felt what was wrong about it, and the more he pushed them to think of it, the more they would know, the more they would want to get away. He had tried to get that effect on himself, but for some reason it had never worked on him, to him the desk was just an ordinary piece of furniture. 
 
 Over the course of the last 6 years he had gathered enough information to piece some things together. This desk had been used to write. He did n't know what was written, but it was something extremely powerful. knowledge so dangerous that it's simple presence on a piece of paper left an aura which lasted for century. Of course, this knowledge was protected. This is why the drawers were what felt the weirdest. Today, they were empty, but they still remembered what they had held. In those drawers, the powerful papers charged with information were stored; and in those drawers there was something else. Something designed to protect. Something vigilant. Something sharp. 
 
 After writing about what today's customer had said and what it added to what he knew, Nathan sat back, thought for a while, then decided that he had learned enough from customers. He did n't need to leave the desk at the shop anymore, he would bring it home, where he would study it in greater detail. 
 
 The next day, after closing the shop, he headed to pick up the desk and carry it to his truck. Then he stopped. Something was wrong. The desk... felt wrong. Pushed by his curiosity, he took a closer look, and jolted when the drawers looked back... or so it felt, it did n't really make much sense, but he did n't really want to know more. He stepped back, and he realized what was happening. He was feeling the effect of the desk! Thrilled, he overcame the aversion and headed back towards it to study it in detail. In his eyes it was completely different, it now looked ugly and deformed. The drawers were made in a way that would prevent them from opening, and the legs were spiky, not actually spiky, there were n't any spikes coming out, but he felt that they were figuratively spiky, that was the word, it described them well. He approached the vigilant guardian, studying it, learning more as he breathed in the auras emanating from the desk, auras so sharp and precise you could cut yourself on them, and he opened the drawers, and whereas things were all ugly around him, what was in the drawer was beautiful, it was well crafted, it fit in his hand perfectly, he knew what it was, he knew what it was meant to do, everything was wrong, but this could make it right, this could fix things, if he just wielded it's sharp, vigilant edge like he should, everything would be beautiful. 
 
 Nathan is found dead from a stab wound the next morning, lying next to an antique desk. The murder weapon is never found. 

