As soon as Shio presented the key before the door, the entire thing would slide back to reveal another door, though this one was much more obvious, having a keyhole placed squarely in the centre of the large slab of metal. Through this door would be an elderly woman behind a decrepit counter, who would beam out at a prospective new customer. It looked like she had very little stock to actually offer to Shio, but a box on a shelf behind the counter stood out as being something special.

"Hello, dearie! I don't get much custom these days, no... Not any more, not since my son left for the war..." She spoke out, furrowing her brow a little as she did so. While it was clear that she had gone senile a long time ago, what she was doing in the decrepit and mysteriously well-guarded store was anyone's guess.