The store.

The rain never stops in these outskirts, turning every street into a cold, echoing path. Figures linger along the sidewalks, their eyes following you with a quiet, heavy judgment that makes the air feel tighter the farther you walk. The fog clings low, twisting the roads just enough to make each step uncertain, as if the world reshapes itself around your hesitation. Yet in the center of this storm sits a small warm shop, its light soft and steady. Inside, the noise fades and the pressure lifts. Shelves offer simple food—meals, snacks, small comforts that feel rare in a place like this. For a moment, you’re allowed to breathe before returning to the watching streets. All gamepasses are made for roleplay purposes and work only this in game.