The soft chime of a brass bell announced Marionette's arrival as she stepped into the antique shop.
The scent of aged wood and polished leather lingered in the air, blending with the faint aroma of freshly brewed tea drifting from somewhere deeper inside the store.
Soft classical music played quietly in the background.
Customers wandered quietly through the shop, each absorbed in their own discoveries.
An elderly couple stood admiring a collection of porcelain figurines near one display cabinet, while a businessman carefully examined an antique clock with quiet concentration.
Marionette moved unhurriedly between the displays, her fingertips grazing the edges of polished cabinets as her eyes wandered from one carefully preserved treasure to the next.
She wasn't looking for something
