Chapter 4: Why Don’t I Just Do It Myself?
On Bourbon Street in Hamel Town, inside Snake Mouth Alley, Leon finally found that old junk shop.
There was no signboard and no shop name—only a huge word “Recycling” painted on the outer wall of a shack built from wooden planks.
It looked extremely crude.
The only thing that looked half-decent was the shop door: a red-brown solid wooden door with a small window.
As the captain had said, an owl relief was carved above the door panel.
Judging by appearances, even this door was probably a recycled item from the shop itself—perhaps pried off from some vacant house in town.
This block was the largest slum in Hamel Town.
Public order couldn’t be called so bad that you’d get stabbed the moment you walked in, but filth and hidden crimes were always present.
The shops here existed to fence stolen goods for pickpockets.