George parked the car near a convenience store that stood out from the other buildings in the area.
Unlike the dilapidated structures surrounding it, this convenience store was actually functioning and appeared well-maintained.
The vibrant signage and clean exterior hinted at a business that took pride in its appearance and service.
"7-10?" Reign muttered to himself, remembering a big chain store from his past life with a similar name.
The recollection brought back memories of aisles and a wide selection of products. It felt familiar, stirring up a hint of nostalgia.
"Is this place not gonna get robbed?" Reign asked George as they got out of the car.
His mood became better; now, he wasn't feeling as down because he knew that he was in for a feast tonight.
"Don't worry, this store is protected by The Chamber of Commerce. Robbing this place is basically asking for trouble," George explained reassuringly.
