Clementine:
"Ian, what are you doing?" I laughed when he held my hand and dragged me all the way to the mystic corners.
However, we did not enter. He began to lead me down the road and then pointed toward an antique shop.
"You see that?" he asked.
I gave him a confused look.
"This is the antique shop of the North. I've heard so many things about it," he told me as we stopped in front of it. "They had jewelry, beautiful things, but now there's no owner, and I can pick anything I want."
"You're such a thief," I remarked, and he gave me a cheeky grin.
"Let's wait here, okay?" he said.
I frowned in confusion, not understanding what he was trying to do. Why did I have to wait outside?
Still, I obeyed. I wandered along the road while he went inside. Before entering, I noticed him take a deep breath.
A few minutes later, he rushed out, gasping for air. He dropped to the ground, one knee touching the surface, the other leg bent, his hands braced against the hard stone.
