"What's wrong?"
Feiya, who was leading, turned her head to look at He Ao, whose steps had halted.
"It seemed pretty lively here before,"
He Ao's gaze shifted from the sign on the ground that read "[······Research Institute Commercial District]" as he lifted his eyes to look at the various 'shops' with their doors wide open.
Most of these shops appeared to have been glass doors, but now all the glass that had formed the main part of the doors was shattered, leaving only some faded frames that spoke of bygone days.
In addition to the broken glass doors, some shops were sealed with thick rolling shutters. These shutters were in better condition than the glass doors, but they too were riddled with large holes and piled with rust at the seams.
Faint lights flickered overhead the street, casting their glow into the deep darkness of the shops.
Then He Ao turned back to look in the direction they had come from.