Jingle—!
Opening the door to a small shop tucked deep within the black market, I stepped inside.
Step. Step. Step.
My boots echoed faintly against the dusty floor as I slowly approached a middle-aged man standing beside a large drawer. His back was turned to me, his posture relaxed. Clearing my throat lightly, I called out to him.
"Excuse me, can you show me some good quality Dimension Cloaks?"
The man turned around, his sharp eyes scanning me from head to toe. Without saying a word, he bent down, pulled out a thick stack of pamphlets from under the desk, and slammed it onto the counter in front of me.
Slam—!
"Choose," he said bluntly.
"..."
I wasn't particularly bothered by his attitude. In fact, it was the kind of straightforwardness I preferred. Without a word, I started flipping through the pamphlets, examining the options carefully.
