Squeezed between conventional stores, at the precise center of the Recreation Sector was a crimson pagoda with golden accents, its tiered roofs gently sloping upwards. Delicate in size yet striking in appearance and drawing a long, winding line of eager people, excitement and anticipation shimmering in their eyes as they waited.
"Err…how are we supposed to get in?" William asked. "This is an insane line-up."
There must have been a hundred or so people waiting to go inside the tiered tower. Surprisingly, the line was rather straight. No pushing or shoving. Sun-young spotted men in martial arts garbs acting as supervisors. What guild were they a part of, she wondered.
"Also, are you sure this is the mall?" William pressed. "I thought it would be…bigger."
Sun-young agreed. Pagodas were supposed to be Buddhist Temples, not malls.
