Inside it looked like a stereotypical antique shop: old furniture and art, classic toys and movie memorabilia, and random knickknacks, all covered in a fine layer of dust. It wasn't very unique, with the exception of what looked like a large charging station in a corner. It was odd; only people with a lot of money could afford them. 

"Are you the new master?" a voice said. A young "man" appeared from behind a stack of books almost to the ceiling. He was stocky in build, dressed from head to toe in black, his clothes and hair covered with dust.