The Inside of the shop (1)

The owner of Rundel's Emporium, a middle-aged man with a weathered face and solid frame, emerged from his shop just as night began to settle over the empty and desolated streets of the slums. 

While he was making sure that all of the shop's security measures were in place, he gave a wary glance in every direction before locking the doors. His hands moved slowly and deliberately as he checked and rechecked the locks as well as the other safety precautions.

Thefts were widespread in the dirty slum's lanes, and the complex safety system was not out of place. However, his movements had an edge to them, a certain tightness that alluded to the existence of a different thing altogether.