Osla's nightlife was bustling with traffic and neon lights painting the streets. The crescent moon hung in the sky like a hook above the tall buildings.
The Northgate of Capital wasn't a bustling area; shops along the street had successively closed for the night. Yet, a photography shop was still open, its lights shining brightly outside, casting a warm yellow hue onto the sign that read – Time Photo Studio.
The time in Osla was 7:58 PM.
Rae Bennett pushed open the door and walked into the shop.
An elder came over, "Hello." He didn't look very old, but his hair was gray, perhaps dyed, "Are you here to take photos or...?"
Rae greeted him and responded, "I'm here to buy a camera lens."
Miss Watson had said that Wyatt Wright's camera was fixed, but the lens couldn't be repaired.
Rae had inquired around and found out that the owner of this photo studio was a photography enthusiast with many collectibles, quite famous in Osla.
