“We're only here for some supplies,” Fiore said cautiously as she stepped deeper into the dimly lit room, her eyes darting around the strange space. "It looks like this is the only decent building here.”
The old woman behind the counter beamed, her smile too wide, too knowing. “Decent? Indeed, it is!” She clapped her hands together. “Come, sit. How may I help you?”
Fiore approached the counter with hesitance, every instinct on edge. Something about this place felt… off. “Some warm clothes would be nice, and a first aid kit if you have one.”
The woman’s smile faltered, replaced by a look of concern as she walked over to Fiore. “First aid? Why would you need that?” Her fingers brushed Fiore's arm, and suddenly, a warmth flooded through Fiore’s body, soothing the dull ache in her legs, the
