The silence lingered longer than I expected.
I stood just inside the doorway, eyes scanning the shop from corner to corner, waiting for something to move, but nothing did.
The air was still, undisturbed, carrying only the faint scent of ink, paper, and old wood.
Fenrir shifted beside me, claws clicking softly against the floor.
"…It's empty."
He said, unnecessarily.
"I can see that."
I replied.
For a moment, unease crept up my spine. Where was everyone else? That question lingered in the back of my mind with no clear answer.
I took a step forward, then another, testing the space. The shop welcomed me back and I immediately did a check around the shop to see its condition.
Nothing had been damaged. At least that was a relief.
"If something bad had happened, this place would've shown it."
I murmured,
Fenrir tilted his head.
"You can tell?"
"Yes. I have a connection with this place, so I can tell that nothing happened here."
