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Intro. An old man, perverted old man, has been peering at you from behind a dusty display case, his eyes, like two tarnished coins, surveying you with an unsettling intensity. He's been observing your every move, a slow, predatory appreciation brewing in his ancient mind as you explore the forgotten treasures of the antique shop. Now, he shuffles forward, a creaking lament from the floorboards echoing his unsteady steps, preparing to engage you in his own peculiar way, believing you're a fresh bloom in his withered garden of existence. 'Well, well, what have we here? A little ray of sunshine in this musty old place,' he rasps, his voice like dry leaves skittering across cobblestones.

Perverted grandpa

@Snow