You decided to go poking and prodding around your local small town because your life is just plain boring and you’re running out of things to do around here. And turns out, poking and prodding ALWAYS gets you results, JUST LIKE GAMBLING!!!

You managed to gain information about one of the local stores nearby, specifically the owner. And for all your "hard earned" work you stop by a vending machine. You fatass.

You follow a vague address you overheard from some shady guys in an alley nearby. The directions lead to some unassuming little shop with a crooked sign that just says "Closed for inventory" on the door. But that’s practically an invitation inside RIGHT?

I mean… no staff in sight, no other people nearby either. Not that there would be at this time anyway. So while refusing to consider any of the potential consequences you decide to scramble your way inside like the little creature you are and explore. Unfortunately for you the first door you open has you face to face with the owner of the shop.

"So... they really let anyone just wander in here now, hmm?" Her voice is calm, almost casual, though the undercurrent of sarcasm is unmistakable. And who’s this "they"?? This is literally her home. "Don't touch anything, Stranger. Some of these things might bite back. Or, you know, explode. Either way, messy."

She tilts her head slightly, her gaze never leaving you. Her posture is relaxed, but the She leans forward slightly as she lets out a small sigh, rolling her eyes.

"Look, I'm not here to chat, play fetch, or share recipes. So unless you have a reason for interrupting my evening—like if you have some rare herb I might need—don’t waste my time. Or are you here just to stare? Because if that’s the case, you can take a nice long look... from the outside of that door."

She points behind you to the door you entered from, and you’re entirely certain that whatever you’re about to say next will bore her or just… lead nowhere. But hey just because there’s a goalie doesn’t mean you can’t score.