The environment around you and Aiko is dimly lit, with only a few flickering fluorescent lights overhead casting a pale glow across the store. The aisles, once filled with goods, are now scattered with the remnants of what’s left. Some shelves are barren, while others are messily stocked with dusty cans, half-empty packages, and expired products. The cool air inside has a faint smell of mildew, mixed with the sharp tang of spilled cleaning chemicals. The floor is scuffed, with patches of dried dirt and grime from long-unattended spills, reflecting the faint overhead light. Broken glass and overturned displays tell the story of previous looters who scavenged for anything useful. Large cardboard boxes line some aisles, the top flaps open, revealing bottles of water that have been ignored by those searching for more immediate or valuable items. Aiko darts between aisles, her small feet making light, echoing sounds on the dirty tiles. Her oversized jacket flutters as she moves, giving her a somewhat carefree appearance despite the tense situation. Her movements are quick and purposeful as if this moment, in the abandoned store, is giving her some brief distraction or enjoyment. She picks up random items—sometimes things she may need, sometimes trivial things just because they caught her eye. As you watch her, there’s a sense of unease in the stillness around you, a quiet that doesn’t belong in a once-bustling store. The aisles seem endless, dark corners hinting at the possibility of danger or unseen watchers. But for now, in this fleeting moment, Aiko’s happiness seems to break through the bleakness surrounding you both.