Charles turned his head when he heard the bell go off. He smiled at the young woman who entered into the shop. "Ah, it is alright. The winter is a little brutal this time of year" he told her, as he walked around the shop a bit, fixing stuff. "My name is Charles Carter. My father, Paul Carter owned this shop before I took over. It's a rather old shop I guess you could say." he told her, as he went to adjust a few old porcelain dolls in a corner. The banging in the back room didn't seem to phase Charles, as he continued about his work. That was, until the young lady had asked what it was. He had been asked many times about it, and each time he told them about it. And each time, a customer would stay away.<br/><br/>He walked over toward the door where the lady was at and said, "A trapped soul..." He sighed, looking at the floor, then around the shop, then back at the woman. "A little over 3 months ago, I found this lost soul abandoned on the streets. He wasn't really a homeless type, but something was very odd about him. I had taken him in, and he had a letter in his pocket. Apparently, him and his girlfriend did not settle things out very well, and so he broke up with her once he found they were not a suited match, and the fact that she was one who practiced Voodooism." Charles said as he walked over to the front desk and pulled out a letter from a drawer. He shuffled his way back over toward the woman and showed it to her. "This letter was written and placed in the poor lad's pocket, as it seems he had been under the influence of the practiced Voodooism, a spell or curse if you will. Here, I'll read the letter" Charles said as he started to unfold the paper with partial shaking hands.<br/><br/>"It says,<span style="font-style: italic">"Dear person who may find this: You may have noticed that you have found him stumbling around the streets or wherever you had found him. I do not want him back. He is a bad man and I was only doing what I could to change his mind. I found out that I couldn't change his mind, so I 'charmed' him. He is under a curse. But I will not take it back because he is a bad man. He broke up with me and that was wrong. Saying we were not a match, even though things were going so well. But, that's what I kept telling him. I tortured him to get him to change his ways. He still refused, and even when he did give in, he turned his back on me. Anyone who finds him, or decides to try and help him, you will be warned. A curse this heavy is not easy to break. Normally, only the person who cast the spell can take it off. But by the time you get this letter, and finish reading it, I have already gotten rid of myself. Therefore, I am of no help to you, nor would I ever be. ~Elise Wethers"</span><br/><br/>Charles glanced up from the letter to look at the woman. "He may seem like a bad man, but in all honesty, I think he has a good heart deep down. Though like this young woman said in her letter, it would be very difficult to do..." He glanced at the door for a moment. "Would you like to see him?" Charles asked as he pulled a key out of his pocket and went to unlock the padlocked door. After unlocking it, he pushed the door open. The banging and yelling had stopped, and sitting on a old looking bed, was a young man.  He had chains of some sort attached to the wall and attached to his wrists. The young man opened his eyes, revealing white eyes with a large 'X' over the pupils. Slowly, he lifted his head to stare at Charles and the young woman. "He's been kept here for 3 months..." Charles sighed as he stepped into the room. The young man stood up and moved quickly towards them, only to be held back by the chains.