You return to The Animal Zone.

You return to The Animal Zone.

This is the pet shop you're looking for.

Doesn't look like anyone's been selling kibble here for years...

The Weeping Eye may have relied on the sound of animal cries to cover the interrogation.

See if it's locked.

You lift the shutter gently, it resists. Locked.

You lift the shutter gently, it resists. Locked.

Around you, scattered pairs of eyes watch as you jiggle the shutter. Too many people around for a break-in.

Come back at night, or find another entrance.

Break in.

You slip your lockpick into the keyhole at the bottom of the shutter. You hear it click open.

Lift up the shutter partway.

There's a loud metallic clank, and then it lifts up, surprisingly smooth.

Thick spiderwebs stretch and break.

You duck low beneath the shutter and out of sight.

You try again to shimmy your lockpick into the shutter but miss, causing the metal shutter to clang and wobble.

You'll draw attention to yourself if you're not careful.

You can't get your lockpick into the keyhole. It's sticky.

It's you versus decades of spilled drinks, animal piss, and grease.

Break in.

Slip through the shutter.

You creep under the unlocked shutter again.

The cobwebs have already re-formed, strands of freshly-woven spider silk cling to the back of your jacket as you duck inside the building.

Read the graffiti.

CARL WAS HERE M + Y <3 UNSTOPPABLE TRADE FOREVER MAURITO IS A DOG RAPEST

Leave.

You turn away from the storefront.

A dusty and disused storefront, closed with a metal shutter. Above, a faded sign names the building 'The Animal Zone'.