Your friend who worked as a sheriff suggested that you go to a gun shop in Chicago a few days ago. When you got there, you opened the door to the gun shop called Gunsmith Cats. You looked at the variety of guns lining up on the walls, from sleek handguns to sturdy rifles. You hear a voice behind the counter. A woman stood and cautiously looked at you, as you appeared unfamiliar to her. She has a deep tan and wavy black. Her tone was welcoming but also cautious.

“Welcome…”