A equals you.

Well, hello.

Thanks for stopping by, old friend.

I was wondering if you'd return.

After the last time,

most hear the knock and decide not to answer.

But here you are.

Here you are indeed.

Drawn to the next piece of the story,

whether by choice or by something else entirely.

Come this way.

No, no, no need for gloves. The blood's long since dried.

Or at least it should be.

A rather menacing looking knife, wouldn't you say?

It's not the blade itself that unsettles me.

It's the way it arrived.

Wrapped in plastic.

Delivered without a return address.

In fact, the thing was still warm.

What do you say we log back on to Knock Knock, Knock, Chapter 2?

Before we begin, I want to point out some of the customers whose names have been etched in brass on this beautiful plaque I had made above the front desk.

These are some of the members of the inner circle of the antiquarium.

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