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"Stop!" Someone shouted causing Damien to halt, "They isn't just any toy, it's a weapon." It was an elderly man.

Weapon?

A tiny vibrating object?

The man walk closer to him and picked the toy off the ground. "Here isn't a play ground for a teenager," He shoved Damien out of the room.

Damien almost stumbled as he was pushed. The old man was damn strong.

"Let's go," Roman appeared out of nowhere. He had an object in his hand. He sounded anxious even though he tried to hide it. "The shop isn't safe,"

"What do you mean?"

"What do you think the toy production was about?" Roman asked Indifferently as he stared ahead. It was hard to tell he couldn't actually see.

"I donno, to play with?" He recalled what the succubus had said about playing the toys with her.

"The toys were made from spells," His voice came as a whisper. "Weapons." Then he took a quick glance around before continuing. "We better get out of here."