Aren and Miu walked down the Dominion's old quarter with light steps, the sun blazing high above them as they looked around.
Instead of the usual glass storefronts and modern design, it gradually turned into aged brick and worn-out wood. The pavement underneath their feet grew uneven, patched over places where repairs had been made without much care for its appearance.
Aren adjusted his coat slightly as he walked, his gaze drifting from one storefront to the next.
Antique dealers, tea houses, and a restaurant that looked like it'd been owned for generations lined the street.
"…You sure this is the right place?" Miu's voice came from beside him, a little softer than usual.
She was dressed casually today, wearing baggy black pants along with an oversized t-shirt and a sling bag over her shoulders.
Being an idol really took a big load on her mental. She looks…just like any other girl now.
