Ranio’s POV
"Keep your guard up," I whispered to the others as we stepped inside, our eyes scanning the dimly lit room for any sign of movement. The air was thick with dust, and the walls were lined with shelves filled with strange, forgotten trinkets. It felt like a place out of time, as if the world had moved on, but this shop had been left behind, untouched.
Just as I began to wonder if we’d made a mistake, a low, raspy voice called out from the shadows, sending a chill down my spine.
“What do you want?" the voice demanded.
I motioned for the others to stay calm, trying to keep my composure as I spoke.
"We're here to buy," I said, my voice steady, though my heart raced in my chest.
From the back of the room, a figure emerged. The man looked older than I expected, with a hunched b
