Kana walked through the busy streets, her steps slow and deliberate as she glanced around, taking in the unsettling sight that had taken over the town.
What had happened at Penelope's shop wasn't an isolated incident.
Everywhere she looked, similar destruction stretched across the district — shattered windows, cracked wooden doors, broken signs dangling loosely from their hinges.
People were gathered in small groups, whispering in hushed tones, confusion and frustration thick in the air.
Some were openly grieving the damage to their businesses, while others argued loudly about what might have caused all this.
The deeper Kana walked, the more chaotic it became.
Shopkeepers stood outside their ruined stores, clutching their heads or shouting angrily at security officers who were struggling to manage the growing crowd. Crates lay overturned on the streets, splintered wood littering the pathways. Several wagons had been smashed, their wheels lying bent and broken.
