A hulking black beast with rows of sharklike teeth had entered the shop. His milky white eyes scanned the room gleaming wickedly as his skin rippled like ink, shifting with each motion like he was made out of melted tar.

Sandy remained in the back obediently, eyes continuing to scan the supplies for a functional weapon. Anything! Giver her a screwdriver, a broken bottle a broomstick she could snap in half.

Turning her gaze back to Firo she waited to see just how much trouble they were in. From the sounds of the shelves being knocked over...it was a lot.