Two figures walked down a street in Riptide City, walking towards a shop with a strange name: "Scarred Weaponry."
And the two figures didn't look ordinary either. A man with a nasty scar over his face and neck, and a young boy with striking silver hair and purple eyes walked side by side silently and calmly.
Every now and then, the scarred man would glance at the young boy, his gaze complicated.
Michelle felt the man looking at her, but she didn't pay it any mind and walked into the shop. "What a nice place!" she said lazily, her eyes raking over the weapons on display. Swords, whips, spears, and bows were just the most ordinary things there.
"How did you guess I own this place?" the scarred man asked, following closely behind Michelle.
She shrugged. "Just a guess. But the name was quite suggestive."
"What do you want to do here?" the man lifted a brow in question.
