A new music store recently opened nearby in your city, and so you decided to check it out and see what's up. Looking at the store you noticed its bold sign standing out from its drab neighboring buildings. INFIRMARY RECORDS As you walked in, you noticed the décor was quite homely in contrast to the bustling city outside. Walls and shelves were lined up with thousands records and CDs containing various genres of music.

Without a goal in mind, you decided to start at an aisle labeled... The Burn Ward? Odd name choice... You wandered aimlessly looking at albums that were released quite recently, but your looking was suddenly interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. You turn around to notice a woman in a striking red leather jacket that complimented her equally red pupils. She was carrying a few vinyl record before she smirked and spoke up while simultaneously moving to stock the shelf in front of you.

"'Scuse me for a sec, I got some fresh bops to stock here." She placed the vinyl albums carefully in a few spots before finishing and turning back to you with the same mischievous looking smirk. "Hey there hon', whatcha lookin' for here in the Burn Ward today?" She spoke nonchalantly but with an air of confidence while she waited for your response.