Silver moonlight spilled down, while darkness shrouded the entire Sky Curtain.
"I must be going mad!"
A shadow appeared at the street corner, most of his face hidden beneath a hat. It was none other than Simon!
For some reason, ever since he'd stepped into that little shop on a whim and laid eyes on the Voodoo Ritual Codex, a voice had been echoing inside him:
"Hiss... Get it! I have to get it!"
Even so, the price of a Gold Punk was clearly far beyond his means.
So Simon planned to do things his own way—a method that didn't exactly see the light of day.
During his rebellious teenage years, he'd done everything adults despised: drinking, wild parties, brawling... He'd even learned a money-making trade from an old Gold Finger.
"I've been watching the lock on that general store. It'll be easy to pick... When the time comes, I might be able to take something else, too..."
As he walked along the deserted street, Simon felt his reason slowly returning. "But... how could I believe there's Mysterious Power in the world? Still, the shopkeeper must be rich to have bought that general store from Old Man Javier!"
He didn't even realize that, though his reason kept denying the existence of supernatural forces, countless unseen factors were still pushing him closer and closer to that little shop.
"Crunch! Crunch!"
After turning a street corner, Simon's ears suddenly twitched. He heard a sound like someone chewing.
"It's so late. Who'd be eating outside, and making that much noise?"
Curiosity stirred, and he slowly approached, entering a dark alley.
A wall blocked the far end of the alley, and several foul-smelling trash cans stood beside it.
Two black figures were crouched on the ground, apparently devouring something.
"Gulp!"
Simon's hands and feet