You push aside your doubts, and swing the store door open. The conditions of the place causes your eyes to squint. It is bizarre how quickly the room changes, as soon as you take a few steps inside. The shelves were able to hide the rest of the store looking in, leading to a whole lot of empty space. It's either they didn't bother to finish building it, or they got lazy half way through disassembling it and left it for ruin. And ever since the store owners have left, people took the liberty of looting the place dry. You decide to amuse yourself, and head behind the counter. You notice the cash register still left intact, and proceed to pull the eject lever. You are hit firmly in your shins, creating a pain similar to that of a stubbed toe. You look below for the cause, and catch the sight of a drawer left ajar. Seeing no need to hesitate, you place your fingers at the sides of the wooden plate, and give the thing a tug. The contents inside cause you to step back in your mind. A gleaming blue knife stares right at you, resting upon a set of red and black leather biker gloves.
How do you proceed?
