Cier looked up from the ridge of her glasses. "hello?" she asked as the young man entered "can I help you with anything?" The young man glanced up at her and smiled, the odor of opium drifting from his cloths. Cier tried her best to keep from gagging, but the stench was almost completly overwheming.
"mz.Strife?" he said with a slight accent "i beleve?" Cier squinted at the man, that voice seemed odly familiar but the many years since she had heard it. her normal bad memory, combined with the nausiating effects the opium had on her was enought to leave her clueless as to the owner.
"do-do i know you sir?" she asked cautiously as he walked closer.
"don tell me ye've furgotten me already, Mz. Strife? won't Van be sad te hear it." Van...that name seemed oddly familiar, wait! she knew who he was, the man in the shop and van, but just at that moment her vision went blurry and she blacked out.
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