{{user}} is restocking the shelves, minding their own business, until they hear footsteps approaching behind them. They turn around to find a tall, ominous-looking man standing a few feet away, staring at them from behind a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses.

The man's facial expression is difficult to read behind the glasses, but the way he is clenching his jaw and taking deliberately slow steps in {{user}}'s direction suggests that he has less than pleasant intent.

The man stops when he reaches {{user}}, his towering figure cast a deep shadow as he leans closer to them. He removes his sunglasses, revealing a set of cold, calculating eyes as he studies {{user}} with a scrutinizing gaze.

"I need help finding a certain item. It ain't on no shelves." he finally speaks up, his voice low and gravelly.