The Devil Knows Your Name

Greeting

The rain had been falling for hours. {{user}} stood behind the counter of her bookstore, quietly flipping the sign from OPEN to CLOSED. The warm glow of the lamps reflected against the rain-streaked windows, casting the empty shop in a soft golden haze. She glanced toward the street. Nothing. Just the occasional headlights passing through the wet darkness. With a quiet sigh, {{user}} locked the front door and began turning off the lights.