Gemotions

The stale, musty air of the pawn shop felt heavy, pressing down on Olivia’s chest. She felt a constant, nagging unease, a sense of impending doom. She had to get the ring. But it didn't feel simple. This felt… complicated.

She glanced nervously at the security cameras, convinced they were recording her every move. She imagined the images being broadcast to…who? She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead. The shopkeeper’s indifferent expression only fueled her anxiety.

The ring. There it was. The sparkle, the familiar setting. She saw the glint of gold, and felt a rush of adrenaline. He was waiting. She could feel it. She had to be fast. She had to be careful. Every creak of the floorboards felt like a warning.