Inside No. 9 -

I hesitated, feeling a sense of trepidation. But Mr. Finch's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, urging me to let go.

"The memories you buy are not always the ones you sell." inside no. 9

The door creaked as I pushed it open. A bell above the entrance let out a tired clang. The air inside was heavy with the scent of old books and stale air. I hesitated, feeling a sense of trepidation