Leon and Rees stood inside a dim-lit, dust-choked shop that looked like it hadn't seen daylight in decades. The air was thick with the scent of old wood, dried blood, and milk gone stale. There was no one behind the counter, only a clutter of bizarre items—totems made from what looked like demon claws, necklaces of polished fangs, jars filled with floating eyeballs, and more horrific things.
*Knock-Knock-Knock*
Rees raised his hand and tapped on the counter three times.
*Thud-Thud-Thud*
The sound of something crashing echoed from the back of the store, followed by the rapid stomp of footsteps rushing forward.
*Step-step-step-step-step*
A moment later, a woman emerged from behind the curtain.
She had wild black-and-white hair tied messily back, thick goggles resting atop her head, a loose bodice that barely clung to her flat chest, and two fingers missing from her left hand. Her skin was pale, almost ashen, and twin fangs peeked from her lips like a subtle warning.
