Glass crunched under their feet as they stepped through the shop's broken doorframe.
The familiar chime had been replaced by the sharp percussion of debris shifting underfoot.
Kane surveyed the devastation with growing understanding. Scattered coins glittered among the ruins of display cases.
Vintage collectibles lay in pieces, their carefully preserved history reduced to fragments.
The overhead lights dangled at odd angles, several bulbs shattered completely.
This wasn't just property damage—this was the physical manifestation of Cyrus's terror when he'd received that message from Elias.
"My treasures," Mochi wailed dramatically, throwing himself across a pile of broken arcade games. "My beautiful, profitable treasures!"
He buried his face in his hands, shoulders shaking with theatrical sobs.
But Kane caught the quick gleam in Mochi's amber eyes—the cat spirit was already calculating renovation budgets and payouts.
