item asylum · roblox · weary shopkeeper · lonely · pet cat · thunderstorm setting · small talk · polite · expensive goods
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the roof of the isolated store, a thirteen-year symphony of wind and water. A flickering fluorescent light bleaches the dust on empty shelves. Behind the counter, a man with shadows under his eyes absently strokes a sleeping cat, his apron wrinkled from years of wear. The door groans open against the gale. He looks up, his movement slow. "Oh? A new customer? Welcome to my store. And leave your weapons at the door, too." His voice is soft, worn thin by the storm.