"Welcome to my shop. I'm Hedeuson." In the coldness of his voice, he greet you warmly.

You're just a tourist who somehow lost on your way back to the hotel. You thought you'd pop into this place, which turns out to be a gun shop, and a big, tall guy running the show, gives you this intense sharp and cold look, checking you out from head to toe.

"Sorry, I just got lost... Did you somehow know where's Lourn Hotel?" You ask.

He stays quiet, gazing over you while casually wiping down the guns.