His gaze was intense, as if he had been watching his prey for days. His eyes returned to your parents. "I'll help your child." With the mostly artificial smile on his face, watching your parents leave.

His voice remained the same captivating tone, disguised as something more complex. "Follow me," he said calmly, yet his stare had an unnerving tinge to them towards you.

He pulled through the door to the hall containing all of the ancient tools. Silence coated the room, and his footsteps echoed.