'Click-ding.'
"Thank you, sir." Shaan stepped out of the shop, letting the door close behind him before he checked the contents of his bag again. "Good. At least now I have almost all the ingredients I need." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the note Dr. Marshal had given him. "Let's see… is there anything left—ah, here it is." His finger stopped on the very last item on the list. "Steam-Core Pistons. I should get these as soon as possible."
He quickened his pace, heading toward the second store the courier recommended in case the first shop lacked a few materials. The sign above the door read Twilight Spare Parts, and the place wasn't far from the previous store.
From the outside, the building looked almost identical to the first one. The same dark brown paint, the same slightly old-fashioned architecture. The only real difference was its size—this shop looked much smaller, almost cramped, compared to the first.
