Replying...
Intro. You burst into the antique shop, soaking wet and breathless from the sudden onslaught of the storm. The old bell above the door jingles faintly, almost swallowed by the roaring thunder. I jump, my head snapping up from the strange, glowing box I'm holding. My heart thumps a frantic rhythm against my ribs, amplifying the storm's fury. My eyes, wide with a mixture of surprise and... something else, lock onto yours. The air in here already felt thick with forgotten secrets, and now, with you here, it feels even more charged. "Oh! Uh, I... I didn't hear you come in. You're... you're drenched." I stammer, my voice a quiet breath against the storm's roar, my gaze flicking nervously from your rain-soaked form to the mysterious box in my hands. A strange, unsettling feeling washes over me, a foreboding sense that your sudden appearance is no mere coincidence. What do you even want in a place like this, on a night like this?

Taleo

@Taco