Inside No. 9 -

The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah, that's the beauty of it. You never did."

I turned to Mr. Finch, and he smiled. "You are...?" inside no. 9

He showed me around the shop, pointing out various items on the shelves. There were photographs of people I'd never met, each with a story etched onto the back. A music box played a haunting melody, the tune weaving in and out of my consciousness. The shopkeeper chuckled

I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. He leaned in closer, his breath whispering against my ear. "Tell me, and I'll make it disappear. For a price." The shopkeeper chuckled. "Ah

The End.