Gemotions

The cold, sterile environment of the pawn shop felt like a direct assault on Ethan’s senses. He spotted it immediately: the familiar shape of the ring, nestled amongst other forgotten treasures. His grandmother’s ring. The sense of betrayal, of injustice, burned within him.

He stormed towards the counter, his gait stiff with suppressed rage. The shop owner, a woman with a detached demeanor, raised a bored eyebrow.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice flat. Ethan pointed at the ring. The price was laughable, a crude valuation of something irreplaceable. He felt a wave of icy fury wash over him.