The Trash Soul

They approached the sign, stopping right before it.

It had a pretty fancy name, the Soul Sucker Society.

He really hoped it wasn't anything lewd, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

Still, he wasn't really sure where to go from here.

"Shouldn't shops have... you know, an entrance maybe?" Rael wondered out loud.

Zafira nodded slowly, letting go of his hand and approaching the sign itself.

She placed her hand on it, and in the very next moment, a door-sized blue portal appeared.

Rael chuckled.

"That works."

A faint smile appeared on Zafira's face as she stepped inside, and so did he.

Immediately, the sight of a run-down shop greeted them.

There were a dozen contraptions everywhere, and each seemed to be extremely dated.

Machinery, magic, and some... questionable items Rael had hoped not to see.

Even so, when they approached the front desk and rang the bell, a woman came out running from the back.