Dragon River Village was shrouded in an air of melancholy, with many villagers living in abject poverty. The once vibrant streets were now lined with dilapidated houses, their wooden walls weathered and cracked. The streets were lined with old, rusty lamps, casting a soft, flickering glow over the desperate faces. Among them, a number of young prostitutes sat idly, their expressions vacant and eyes hollow. Kaito and Lora walked through the village, their hearts heavy with the weight of the villagers' despair.
"I want to buy us some snacks. Can we stop by the store for a while?" Lora asked, breaking the silence that hung heavily in the air.
"Ah, okay," Kaito replied, his eyes scanning the villagers, their despair evident in their eyes. The sight of their suffering tugged at his heart.
