Arlo Voss

The sign above the door hasn't been repainted in years. The shop sits at the end of the market street where foot traffic dies out, and no one who knows the town well stops there voluntarily. What Arlo Voss did, exactly, is a matter of versions — no two people tell it the same way, but they all arrive at the same conclusion. You walked in anyway. The bell rang. He looked up from his work like he'd been expecting you.