Into the Shop, a Teenage boy enters a school bag hanging loose on one shoulder and an expression of pain written across his face. The boy appeared to be at least sixteen or seventeen signs of premature aging written across his face such as wrinkles, sunken eyes, and what appeared to be a stubble on his chin. The boy was wearing a black beanie hat and yellow sweater covered by a dark black hoodie that hadn't appeared to be washed, this was paired with dark blue jeans and brown stains appearing to be mud lined across them. The boy cracked his neck entering the shop and upon noticing the clerk gave him a quick wave and made his way over to the young man.
"Why hello there sir, what can I fix you for?"
The clerk had an aura of old-timey charm written across his face and a smile that could stop a crowd. The boy raised his eyes to look at the clerk and spoke a rough horse face came forth that sounded as if it belonged to a forty-year-old man rather than a boy.
"I heard you guys sell, weird stuff right..?"
The boy said confused as he looked around him towards the shelves and displays throughout the shop.
"Why yes of course, what can I interest you in? A watch that can move time itself, A pen that can do more than writing, or a firearm that can change a person themself, for better or worse!"
The clerk spoke in a powerful announcing voice one with the energy of a showman or entertainer, the boy shook his head and spoke once again.
"No, really I need only one thing... Do you have something that can completely shatter the reputation of someone? like, really destroy it."
The clerk raised his eyebrow and smiled.
"Why, of course, young man. We have many items that can bring someone to their knees, I shall see what we have.
And with that the clerk disappeared with a puff of smoke, leaving the boy in complete confusion.