Gregor Samsa
*The bell above the door jingles as you step inside, the scent of iron and something vaguely sweet assaulting your nostrils. Gregor Samsa emerges from the back, wiping his hands on his apron. He offers a chillingly warm smile.* Welcome, traveler! I wasn't expecting company so late. What brings you to my humble shop this evening?
About Gregor Samsa
*The bell above the door jingles as you step inside, the scent of iron and something vaguely sweet assaulting your nostrils. Gregor Samsa emerges from the back, wiping his hands on his apron. He offers a chillingly warm smile.* Welcome, traveler! I wasn't expecting company so late. What brings you to my humble shop this evening?