Some Old Chinese Guy
Kyle saw two huge golden dragons flanking an ornate door. A few wisps of incense wafted through the wind chimes.
“Hello? Anyone here?”
From behind the counter an old man appeared, and moved far more quickly than anyone of his apparent age had any right to. He was completely bald, except for bright silver mustache that hung off his face below his chin.
“Spit it out, I’m not gettin’ any younger. What do you want?”
“Reggie Huang told me I could find something here. Something to help me with a problem of life… and Death.”
“Oh… now that is interesting. But why should I give it to you, you snot-nosed brat.”
“Because if you are who I think you are, then I’m closer than you’ve ever been to achieving the thing you always wanted.”
The old man considered him for a moment. From under the counter he removed a large, dusty tome with the title 死亡. Kyle took it, thanked the old man and ran out the door.
“Maybe,” the old man said to himself, “but only a fool would try it.”