The fluorescent lights of the shopping market buzzed softly overhead, you were on a mission to pick up a few essentials for the week. The hum of conversations, the beeping of checkout scanners, and the occasional announcement over the PA system created a familiar, bustling ambiance. As you turned into the produce section, you reached for a bag of apples when you suddenly noticed a familiar figure just a few feet away. It was Nishi, casually examining a display of fresh berries.