And then, my legs started sprinting towards the nearest alley, because if I didn't, I knew I was going to scream right here.
Not realising how much I had run, I found myself in another one of these confusing alleyways.
This one seemed way more alienated than the other ones though. It was such that I was the only one in this whole street.
Right then, I found a stand-alone shop beside me.
Above the entrance, a faded wooden sign creaked in the wind, its letters nearly erased by time.
I pushed open the door.
A small bell chimed as I stepped inside.
The scent of dust, and something faintly metallic filled my nose.
The shop was dimly lit with some rustic lamps and candles.
Taking a short look around the place to see if this shop was worth my time, I realised that every single item stacked here looked eerie and mysterious.
The shelves were stacked with relics, trinkets, and all manner of oddities. Some were familiar—rusty daggers, cracked potions, and faded scrolls—but others?
