"Hmm... too suspicious."
The Hero strode through the dim alley, arriving in front of the shop, nearly pressing her face against the glass window, but all she could see was her own blurred reflection.
Her gaze lifted, fixing on the wooden signboard.
At first glance, it appeared blank, with only the grain of the wood visible.
However, upon closer inspection, the grains seemed to depict faint patterns, like flowing words subtly meandering.
But every time she concentrated to discern, those grains abruptly turned into meaningless chaos.
Then, just as she was losing interest and her gaze was about to shift away, she felt as if the grains were beginning to coalesce.
So she quickly looked back, yet again saw nothing but a blank slate.
"...Hmm, totally incomprehensible."
The Hero suddenly turned back, then quickly spun back around, glaring at the sign a few more times, but still saw nothing.
