C1897 The Inner Person

At the Reture Store, the night enveloped the world in a thick ink-like darkness, with the clamor of rain serving as the sole soundtrack between heaven and earth. The light spilling from the store's doorway blurred amidst the downpour, mirroring the distant, fuzzy street lamps and the dim glow of countless homes. Figures scurried along the streets, only to be swiftly swallowed by the shadows