The Shop

Do we have cell phones? Can we call the police?

You take out your phone, but even before you dial a voice is already speaking on the other end.

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You lower your phone.
Next to you Sam has had the same idea.



Sam:
"Someone should be here soon.
For now, let's look around."

>I think I know where this is going. The mask is significant. It needs to be worn by something... Aha! Obviously the door will open if you hang the mask on it.

>Don't wear it! Something bad always happen to those who wear a mask from a shop of wonders and horrors.

Sam hangs said mask on the door.



Sam:
"I don't think that's going to do much."

>I'm guessing the shopkeep wants paid before we can leave.

>I think they might be under the counter over there, buuut.

>We could just, ya know. Put the mask back. Not have anything to do with the storekeep again.

>Cause uh. I think I got lucky with the mirror. And I still don't know whether I paid for repairs or bought the thing. Does it even come off the wall? Was it real easy to fix and I got ripped off? No idea.

Sam looks behind the counter.



Sam:
"Helloooo?
Anyone there?"

She comes back, shaking her head.

>Maybe the power of Jazz can help somehow?

You take out your saxophone and fill the shop with your song.



Sam:
"You know, despite the horror movie scenario—
This is nice."

After a while, your song eventually comes to an end.
What lingers is a somber silence.

Sam:
"...No one's coming to save us, are they?"