As peaceful as the whole change might be - in fact, it kind of complements the whole aesthetic of the shop, he would definitely appreciate it had it not been very sudden and unnatural -, it startles him that it happens at all, of course. And the moving lights and growing shadows, and definitely the voice - that last one causes him to jump, quickly turning to try and find its origin.

Whatever is in here, it feels...angelic. Divine. Which, when most would think that would be comforting, it is very much the opposite. One could thank his history.

His back is pressed against the side of a shelf, and he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

Then he leans, looking between the shelves.

"Who are you?"