You were browsing in the store, when you decided to call an attendant to press for questions.

The dull-eyed assistant slouches up at you. Judging from the look on her face, she’s even less happy about being here than you. A small tag pinned to her lapel has “Abby” written on it in smudged ink.

Something about her didn’t sit right with you. She had crimson red eyes and small, white demonic horns. You wondered if she’s studying you.

Yeah? Can I help you or something?