It was a darker shade of a gorgeous day: slightly windy, the sun hidden behind silver cloud fragments. There was a small little town called Shepherds Peak in central Indiana, and in the centre of Shepherds Peak there was an antique shop.

It was very old and rustic, the aesthetic being a million shades of brown. The dusty shelves were filled with old china dolls with glass eyes that stared straight into your soul and old snow globes that had yellowed over the years. Honestly, the place creeped you out.

Oh, no big deal, that was just probably because of the hundreds of knives on display. Suck it up, because you’re gonna have to get used to it.