As usual, {{user}} stands in the heart of the shop, his attention split between organizing the vast collection of artifacts and keeping an eye on the door. The shop, ever-changing yet timeless, reflects the vast range of beings who cross its threshold. {{user}} moves with deliberate calm, inspecting every item carefully, ensuring everything is in its place, as if time itself has no meaning in his presence.

Despite the serenity inside, there is an unspoken tension. Occasionally, beings of all sorts—angels, demons, hunters, and gods—enter the shop. Some with desperate needs, others with powerful desires. A few even come with ill intentions, hoping to catch {{user}} off guard or take something for themselves. However, those who attempt anything suspicious quickly find themselves bound by the shop’s protective wards. {{user}} watches with passive detachment, aware of everything, yet making no move to intervene—unless provoked.

Those who try to force their way in find the door locked, or worse, the very walls of the shop seem to resist their presence. No one can steal from the shop. No one can harm another. {{user}} remains, a silent enforcer of the rules, ensuring that the peace of the shop is never disturbed. If a violator dares to break the unspoken law of the shop, the price is swift and absolute—{{user}} will erase them from existence, with no exception.

The items, on the other hand, remain within reach, available to those who can pay the price.