Adonis and Eclipse became like elusive shadowy serpents, blending seamlessly into the darkness beneath the faint moonlight. Their mission was crystal clear: locate a shop where they could obtain the ideal disguises to mask their fangs, faces, and crimson eyes.
They stumbled upon a shop in the depths of a dimly lit, desolate street. The establishment appeared to be in a state of disrepair, with a weathered sign hanging precariously to one side. Inside, the only source of illumination was a solitary candle, casting eerie shadows that seemed to creep along the walls. It was an unsettling place, one that sent shivers down the spine.
"Master, I believe we can find what we need in this place," Adonis remarked with a sly grin.
Taking in the dilapidated state of the shop. It seemed to be the only establishment open at this late hour where commoners could purchase clothing, or perhaps where those seeking to conceal their identities might find what they sought.
