Lyall Drahken peered from behind a wooden fence as a terrible creature silently slinked it's way across the rode, rising up at the door and dismantling the lock with a skill and finesse only a being of magical power could muster. The moment it was in, disappearing into the inky darkness of the shop-closing the door behind it... Lyall tied a bandanna around his face, he put on sunglasses and he put up the hood to his heavy coat... At the same time, his extremities started to ache as he balled up the magical energy within him to his center of mass... an almost perfect mimicry of the human soul. And with that his disguise was complete, and the plan was executed.
He walked into the store, hands in his pockets as he peered left and right, looking for any signs of oncoming traffic. He walked up to the door and pulled an M1911 pistol from beneath his coat. He had one round of bullets with no exceptional qualities, and it would have to do for now. As he jogged up to the door, he peered in through one of the windows for a good five seconds. He failed to perceive anything, the room was nearly pitch black. He crouched in front of the door, pulled a bobby pin and a screwdriver from his pockets, and fiddled with the lock for a few seconds, before trying to open the door. He feigned surprise upon discovering that it was unlocked, and opened the door with a soft creak, pulling out an old flashlight and looking around the store. The demon was in here with him somewhere, but he couldn't break character just yet.
He move quietly, almost tiptoeing, as the light of his flashlight swerved to the left, right where some old jewelry was held. Perfect. He grumbled to himself and began to peruse the items, while listening as closely to his surroundings as possible. That's when he heard it. A single faint tapping on the floor, and what could have only been the demon, seeing "easy prey" and moving in for the kill. He turned around and pointed his gun out, but instead all he saw was a doll, standing upright on the floor, moving on it's own. Out of reflex, his finger nearly pressed the trigger, but he hesitated. That thing was a mere monster, would it move a doll to mess with him?
He ran out of time to ponder as, from a suspended position on the ceiling, the beast's red eyes flashed open as a clawed hand hooked Lyall's back hoisting him in the air as he unloaded his pistol into it, and pretended to go unconscious.