Gemotions

Liam slammed the car door a little too hard, the sound echoing in the quiet street. The pawn shop sign, a garish collection of neon and faded paint, seemed to mock him. He shoved his hands into his pockets, kicking at a loose pebble as he walked. He just wanted to be done with this. This whole ridiculous quest. The feeling of pressure in his temples was intensifying with every passing minute. He needed coffee, a long shower, and maybe, just maybe, a complete mental reset. Inside, the shop smelled of old metal and despair.