But then everything stopped.
"Who was that man?" She talked to herself and then walked away.
Elysia stopped for a moment, adjusting her cloak and glancing around the street.
"This place… it's too quiet," she murmured.
For a brief second, she thought she saw movement—a shadow darting behind a stall.
But when she looked again, nothing was there.
She sighed, trying to calm the unease rising in her chest.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a faint warm glow flickering at the end of the street.
Curiosity tugged at her.
She walked toward it slowly.
As the mist cleared, a shop came into view. The building was small, crooked, with wooden signs swinging above the door.
The sign read:
Elysia blinked. "There is… also a shop here?" she whispered to herself, completely bewildered.
The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open.
A faint chime rang above her head—an ordinary sound that somehow felt deeply out of place in this city.
