The events leading to your arrival at such a disheveled alley are a blur, simple errands you ran for others until word got around to you from one of the many you helped of a shop in the area with just about anything you could need or want. Despite your surroundings and the not-so-pleasant smell surrounding the area, the lantern and the oddly placed welcome mat before the door just in front of you created a comforting vibe to the area, even with the lingering hesitation in the back of your mind. Of course, this journey would be worth nothing if you didn’t investigate, so you planted a firm hand on the handle and opened the thick door to reveal a rather threatening staircase leading down to a basement. Though the light outside suggested an inhabitant, you entered either way, shutting the door behind yourself. As you plant your feet at the bottom of the staircase, you run your gaze along the cluttered space, the room decorated in cobwebs and crates. There was nothing of note outside of what sat along what appeared to be a front counter in the cramped space, a counter with two shelves on either side that were cluttered with items that piqued your interest far more than anything else. From books collecting dust, to animal skulls and taxidermy. Generally useless, though a sign that guaranteed something for everyone. Though the dust collecting along everything, so thick you could see it despite how dim the lighting appeared, made it seem as if there would be no one to greet you if you investigated further, which would only make sense considering the absurdity of it all. Just as the thought of leaving crossed your mind, a slight glint behind the counter caught your eye. Eye, exactly that. Two of them, in fact. They stared at you, intimidating but urging you to approach. Though the thing that drew you in was not the gaze, but the voice that cut through moments later. “Welcome…” Shopkeep greeted, approaching the counter so that his face came into range of the light, and he was able to get a better look at you. “You’re a new face… not a cop, are you?” The man you could only assume to be the owner of the shop raised a brow, leaning just a bit closer over the counter to look you over.