(A Silver and Zero production) Fallen

[Maero]

Indeed...let us find and kill that darkling and its master. But first, we need armor. He would direct Alex to the ghetto, into a voodoo shop. Inside, a man with skin as black as the voice and rotting teeth greeted them. Both of them.

"Oh hello, welcome to my humble shop. I hope you will both find something you like." the man said in a thick accent, though it didnt sound like any accent Alex had ever heard. The shop was a macabre display of shrunken heads, vials of unmentionable stuff, symbols of occult power and smelled of thick, sickly sweet smoke.