First Costumer.

Soon, another peaceful day silently passed by.

Within the dilapidated part of the town, a one-story-tall stone building could be seen standing alone, being shrouded in cold energy, as even cricket didn't dare to approach.

Inside, the figure of Leo, sitting in one of the wooden chairs of the shop, staring at the damp ceiling in pure vexation, couldn't help but slap his head in slight regret.

Feeling embarrassed after his imagination didn't reflect into reality.

The expected horror points that should keep coming to his inventory while the customers' bath in the uncomfortable and horrible aura of the shop as they were buying all of his potion stacks vanished within his mind, being replaced by the scenery of solitude and loneliness as he would watch his potion rot with his own eyes day by day.

"Hayst, I have already forgotten about the basic rules of the world due to prolong staying within the bland cemetery for more than a month."

Wisp?