Inside No. 9 ((free)) Official

My face was blank, devoid of expression. And on my forehead, in letters that seemed to shift and writhe like a living thing, was written: " Anonymous".

Mr. Finch raised an eyebrow. "A curious request. Very well." inside no. 9

The door creaked as I pushed it open. A bell above the entrance let out a tired clang. The air inside was heavy with the scent of old books and stale air. My face was blank, devoid of expression

The shopkeeper, an elderly man with sunken eyes, looked up from behind the counter. "Welcome to Memories Bought and Sold. I am the proprietor, Mr. Finch." My face was blank