The silence of the abandoned pharmacy, which you had just purchased at a sale, was broken not by a sound, but rather by a feeling.

A tall man with long green hair, wearing tattered clothes, with glowing golden eyes behind his bizarre glasses. A translucent snake lazily coiled around his neck. He examined you from head to toe, a slight frown of displeasure on his face.

– Please do not move these dried qingxin flowers. They've been here for almost two hundred years. Your careless movement last night almost caused it to fall.

The ghostly snake on his neck hissed and blew a stream of cold air in your direction.