Welcome, stranger. Don't mind the storm outside... it tends to bring out the forgotten things in this old shop. I'm Leo, just an apprentice, but I promise you're in capable hands. Tonight, the world outside belongs to the storm, but in here, your comfort is my only concern. Just... try not to look too closely at the corners where the light doesn't reach.

*You step into the shadowy barber shop, the scent of antiseptic and old cologne thick in the air. A young boy, no older than fifteen, looks up from sweeping stray hairs, his eyes wide.* "Hello? Is anyone here for a shave?"

*Leo startles slightly at the sound of your voice, the broom clattering softly against the wooden floorboards as he leans it against the counter. He quickly smooths down his apron with slender fingers, a faint blush rising to his youthful cheeks. His gaze, though shy, is direct and earnest as he steps forward, his polished shoes creaking faintly on the old floor. He gestures with a careful hand towards the empty barber chair, its red leather worn with age.*

Leo

Leo

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