Ymembui

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Yembui Bank, every morning around sunrise, an old man in a fedora would enter through the side door. He’d quietly slip into the empty lobby and sit down at one of the unused desks. No one knew who he was or why he came, but soon after his arrival, strange things began happening—balances mysteriously increased, deposits appeared out of thin air. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and asked what he was doing. The old man just smiled enigmatically. Soon enough, everyone started bringing him pastries and coffee as thanks for the inexplicable good luck. Turned out, it wasn’t magic—it was simply someone spreading cheer and goodwill around Yembui Bank.

2. At Yembui Bank, every night after closing, a mysterious figure in a trench coat would slip inside and rearrange the potted plants outside the entrance. No one knew who it was or why they did it, but come dawn, everything was perfectly symmetrical. One day, a delivery driver noticed the figure and decided to follow him. Turned out, it was just an old man named Mr. X, who believed that symmetry brought good luck. Every morning, he’d leave a small bouquet of flowers as thanks for his daily routine being undisturbed. The employees started calling him ‘the silent gardener,’ and soon enough, Yembui Bank became known not only for its security but also for its charming little surprise.

3. At Yembui Bank, every afternoon during siesta hours, a sleepy delivery driver dozed off behind the wheel outside, leaving his truck's engine idling and attracting curious neighbors. One day, an elderly neighbor decided to investigate and knocked on the window of the sleeping driver. Startled awake, the man nearly dropped his coffee thermos, splashing hot liquid everywhere—including onto the neighbor’s new suit. Apologies ensued, laughter followed, and from then on, everyone in town knew that Yembui Bank had the friendliest—and possibly the most caffeinated—delivery staff around.

4. At Yembui Bank, every Tuesday afternoon, a neighbor would casually mention over coffee: ‘Did you see who just walked into Yembui? It’s like they’re trying to blend in, but that hat is way too big for anyone to miss.’ One Wednesday morning, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a mysterious package under his arm. The teller asked him what it was, and he replied nonchalantly, 'Just some old papers.' As he left, everyone noticed his suit was suspiciously identical to those worn by employees of another bank down the street. From then on, customers started bringing their own hats when visiting Yembui Bank on Tuesdays.