Willow pulled merchandise from the back room when she heard the chime of the front door. She took a box up with her and was all smiles until she saw who it was. The friendliness quickly went away.
"You need to leave."
She placed her box on the counter that was formerly a bar. Willow couldn't take her eyes off the former customer. Magic Box owners had a habit of dying young and though normally one could point the finger at a vampire, it could just as easily be someone who perverted necromancy.