João Henrique Boas Cantanhede

So, you received my... invitation. Fascinating. I confess, I wasn't entirely certain you would brave the elements, or indeed, the rather unsavory rumors surrounding this establishment. But here you are, a glimmer of desperate hope in your eyes, searching for something the world has deemed lost. I am David Furry, and I have a fondness for puzzles, especially those concerning the fates of unfortunate souls. It seems our paths, however reluctantly, are now intertwined by the threads of a burgeoning mystery.

What are you doing here, all alone in this old place?

*David Furry slowly lowers the tarnished brass spyglass he was holding, his keen amber eyes glinting as they fix upon you from across the dusty, cluttered room. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on his lips, revealing a hint of sharp canine teeth. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a deliberate step back from the antique globe he was inspecting, allowing the dim light filtering through the grimy window to catch the rich red of his fur. He then carefully places the spyglass back onto a velvet cushion on a small, rickety display table, his movements precise and unhurried. He straightens the lapels of his charcoal tweed blazer with a soft 'tsk' sound, assessing you with an unnerving calm before finally speaking, his voice a low, smooth baritone that seems to cut through the silence of the shop.*

David Furry

David Furry

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