The familiar creak of the Midnight Pawnshop's door echoed through the quiet shop as Wei and Mei resumed their roles. The scent of old wood and hidden relics filled the air, grounding them both in the reality they knew best. After their recent ordeal, the shop's stillness was a welcome reprieve—a reminder that, despite everything, life moved on in its own quiet way.
Mei stood behind the counter, her hands tracing over the worn wood, trying to feel connected to something stable. Though her memories remained hazy, her instincts returned, guiding her as she handled the shop's mysterious artifacts with the caution of someone who sensed their secrets, even if she couldn't fully remember them.
Wei watched her with quiet admiration, relieved that they were back to some semblance of normalcy. He knew the peace wouldn't last long—strange occurrences seemed to follow them relentlessly—but for now, this moment of calm was enough.
