Just east of the Shibuya 109 laid a seemingly quaint gun shop. Upon entering, nothing unusual would be immediately noticed. The store was modestly sized, with a few shelves storing various accessories and ammo in the centre of the space. A couple mannequins were also set up on the side of the room opposite the counter, donning assault vests. Behind the counter itself was a balding, middle-aged man with round spectacles and a jarringly out-of-place lab coat.
If one were to go to the end of the store opposite the end they went in, long-wise, they would notice an uncanny elevator located near various other doors leading to bathrooms and offices.
Isla walked into the store and looked around. She knew what she was looking for, but she didn't really know where to start. She looked at the mannequins and wandered around. She stopped at the counter and looked at the middle aged man.
Um, do you have any helmets for... this?
Isla pointed to her cat ears on top of her head. They flicked when she pointed at them.