With a soft chime, the glass doors of the Dimerian Store parted.
A cold blast of air conditioning greeted Kaidren, brushing across the back of his neck and ruffling a few strands of his straight black hair. He stepped into the brightly lit convenience store, both hands tucked casually into the pouch of his faded pink hoodie. His dark eyes, unreadable and sharp, swept across the interior without much expression.
It looked... ordinary.
Multiple rows of shelves lined the store, stocked with the usual suspects—chips in flashy metallic bags, candy in loud, colorful wrappers, instant noodles stacked in towers, and a beverage cooler humming quietly at the far end. It was all clean and organized, perhaps too much so, like a store rarely visited. The fluorescent lights above flickered faintly every now and then, and the tiled floor—light gray and sterile—reflected his figure with ghost-like clarity.
This was his first time stepping foot inside a convenience store in this world.
