To say that Caullen was stunned would be putting it lightly. "Did that guy just..." He shook his head, still quite bewildered. The man looked to be perusing the remaining cages, there would be no one left in this creepy store if he left. Every puppy<span style="font-style: italic">he</span>could see now looked a little more sinister than they had originally. "I'd better get out of here." He said aloud, hoping the man would just ignore him. Yet...something was pulling himâ€”attracting him towards the back of the store. He couldn't explain it, but he had no desire to leave. Not just yet.<br/><br/>Caullen walked as silently as he could towards some cages in the back. The back room was dark and it was hard to see the occupants of each cage. The room stretched on farther than Caullen had believed, and towards the end of this hall lay a door. It was nondescript, painted a blood red color, and had an ornate brass knocker on it with no handle.<span style="font-style: italic">That's a little more than odd.</span>He commented internally.<span style="font-style: italic">Who puts a door like that in a place like this?</span>But there was no time for insolvable questions. He was already moving towards the door. Like a wraith unconscious of his decision he reached the door. He really shouldn't rap the knocker...<br/><br/>Caullen knocked.