The Collector
The tired bell clanked as the customer strode through the creaking door. Working his way through the maze of shelves, credenzas and armoires he wondered whether anyone could escape should this small shop catch ablaze. He slowly inhaled the air imbued with decades of stagnation, and his pulse quickened.
The quest resumed as he scavenged for treasures long buried under abandoned heirlooms and glorified garbage. He appreciated how these small shops ignorantly stored a few golden needles among the worthless haystacks.
The shop owner called out, “Can I help you find something?”
The customer replied, “I certainly hope not.”