The proprietor nodded, his eyes glinting with interest. "Very well. Take your time. But be warned, once you register your interests, there's no going back."
As Jack signed his name, the store seemed to shift and change around him once more. The shelves seemed to close in, and the air grew thick with an eerie, pulsating energy. ripper store register
Behind the counter stood the proprietor, a tall and gaunt figure with sunken eyes. He greeted Jack with a low, gravelly voice, "Welcome to the Ripper Store. How may I register your interests?" The proprietor nodded, his eyes glinting with interest