Gemotions

The bell above the pawn shop door clanged, a sound that made David’s teeth clench. He didn't want to be here. The air inside felt thick, stagnant, like he was trapped in a coffin. He took a deep breath, fighting the urge to turn and run. The ring, sitting there like a silent accusation.

He forced himself to approach the counter, his steps heavy. The shopkeeper, a man with a perpetually smug expression, leaned against the counter, arms crossed. David hated everything about him, everything about this place.

“I’ll take it,” he stated, his voice flat, emotionless. He’d pay whatever price it took to get out of this purgatory.