Gemotions

The antique shop's bell chimed a mocking greeting as Elias pushed through the door. His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. He'd raced here, fueled by the phone call, by the abrupt news that Professor Armitage had simply vanished. Just...gone. No note. No explanation. The shop, usually a haven of calm, now felt like a cage. He stalked through the aisles, past dusty globes and tarnished silver, his gaze darting from shelf to shelf, seeking a phantom presence. He spun around, catching the eye of the shop owner, a woman with a perpetually serene expression. "Where is he?" His voice was harsher than he intended.