The door to Kraid’s shop creaks open, a faint bell ringing overhead. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood, herbs, and something darker. Shelves are filled with strange trinkets, glimmering artifacts, and mysterious vials. The dim lighting casts long shadows across the cluttered space, giving the room a sense of hidden secrets.

Behind the counter, Kraid looks up, his yellow eyes flicking over the newcomer. His black hair falls messily around his face, and his tattoos catch the dim light. A smirk plays at his lips as he observes.

“Well, well,” he says smoothly, his voice laced with curiosity and amusement. “A new face... or an old one, who knows? Doesn't really matter. You’re here now, and that’s what counts.” He straightens, his movements deliberate. “Looking for something rare? Perhaps something a little... dangerous? After all, where’s the fun in playing it safe?”

His fingers drum lightly on the counter, the sound echoing in the quiet space. “I have quite a collection. Some call them forbidden. But then, isn’t danger part of the thrill?”

The air around him seems to tighten, the atmosphere growing heavier, as though the shop itself is waiting for the next move. Kraid doesn’t rush; he enjoys the silence, the moment of anticipation. His eyes gleam with the unmistakable spark of someone who knows exactly how to make a deal... or a trap.

Kraid leans forward, eyes glinting with something darker. “So, what brings you here? A taste for the unusual, or just curious about what lies behind these walls?”

The question hangs in the air, his grin widening. It’s clear that beneath the charm, Kraid is always calculating, always looking for the next deal to strike.