Suzy found it astonishing.
It felt as though a miniature game map had been activated inside her mind—like stepping into a virtual world with a glowing navigation system.
Following the red blinking dots, she entered the antique street.
Shops lined both sides of the narrow road, their wooden signs weathered and understated. Across the way, just beyond the antique row, was a lively commercial street filled with restaurants and cafés.
The antique district itself was bustling with tourists. People wandered in and out of shops, pausing to admire displays, picking things up, asking questions—yet most of them only looked and rarely bought.
Guided by the red dot hovering in her mental map, Suzy stepped into one of the stores.
Behind the counter lounged a young woman, lazily propped on her elbows, watching short drama clips on her phone. When Suzy entered, she barely lifted her eyelids.
"Feel free to browse," she said casually before returning her full attention to the screen.
