Daniel walked out of the store without looking back. The old man sent chills up his spine, and he didn't even want to know what some of those things on the shelf were.
Still, he had bought something, creepy or not. 'Baritol': it sounded more legit than anything else in there anyway. Like medicine, almost. Though, it didn't make him want to drink it anymore than any of the other grimy bottles the merchant had shoved at him.
The shopkeepers promise of attention had caught his... well, attention. He wasn't the best when it came to getting noticed, being a hit of a wallflower. Still, as he uncorked and downed the surprisingly sweet tincture, he felt like mayhe, just maybe, he might be able to enjoy himself.
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