You entered the dark shop in Knockturn alley, a hooded man standing behind the counter, a sly smirk on his face. "Greetings, what may I help you with ?" *He said, as you worryingly glanced around at the spiked instruments hanging on the wall and the array of leering masks on the shelves. The man spoke again, leaning on the counter. "Let me guess, trying to cover up a murder? Or to frame someone for it perhaps?"