The display in the shop window is definitely misleading. Displayed on mannequin busts, posed dramatically so that it suggests sexuality, violence and humanity, the product is made enticing. Inside the store, where you are now the realistic human faces on offer are presented as what they are. Each time you visit the shop you inspect the rows of faces on the tables and walls of the store you notice how mundane the old place feels. However the customers of this place are, clearly they don't need things being sold to them. Since the faces aren't accompanied with any information, not even prices, the intention is for the customer to be able to find a face that suits them by inspecting the product.
When you look at one of the faces, such as this aged one at the end of the row you have just wandered down, you fail to be able to glean anything meaningful from it. Perhaps that's what keeps you coming back here, hoping to catch a hint as to whatever esoteric process makes these, or for what purposes they might be used. But staring into the empty gap in between the things eyelids, you once again fail to find whatever it is you are searching for. The perfectly flat expression looking, no -
not looking,
back at you seems to say that this is entirely mundane. Certainly, there are many other things in this city that are much more weirdly interesting, or more dangerously mysterious. Really, there is no reason for you to be here. It's not like you would ever buy a human face.
After finishing looking around all of the displays, you decide that you should be headed home. It's not a long walk back to your apartment, but you really should be spending more time on your actual hobbies instead of just lingering here for hours on end. As you pass the counter, the shopkeep waves at you. It's odd, you have been here many times yet they're the only person you have ever seen around here, and you haven't interacted before.They must have recognised you before, so why are they only now waving their gloved hand at you. You stop, and turn yourself towards the counter, looking at the shopkeep's faceless head. It only occurs to you now how odd it is for a faceless person to be in the business of selling faces. Unusually faceless peoples bodies being made of non-fleshy materials leads to them gravitating to physical labor or dangerous work. Wearing out their wooden joints hurts them a lot less in old age than when humans wear out their bone joints. What could make a faceless person interested in such obviously human looking objects as the faces in this store? For a brief moment you picture the ridiculous image of the shopkeep wearing one of the faces like a mask and nearly laugh at how unconvincing it would look.
"Why do you come here so often? You have never asked me about making a purchase." you hear, seemingly coming from the shopkeep.
"Huh?" You reply.
