They were evacuating the city to deal with me. Something was not right here. This… This was wrong… Everything about what was happening here felt wrong… My head felt like it was spinning off my shoulders, the world was blurring. Someone stood at the entrance of the damaged store.

…there was no ‘Condemned’ sign. There were no spider webs. There was no sign of anything that I saw. My eyes were squint again to get a better look at the person standing there and felt my body swerve a little. My hands reaffirmed their grip on the instrument in my hand.