(Kira's POV)
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Traffic at the shopping mall was a beast with a bad attitude and an even worse sense of direction. There were cars all over the place, blowing their horns out while screaming at pedestrians to get the fuck out of the way. This was worse than Silicon Valley on a Monday morning after a holiday weekend. Horns honked like a symphony of impatience, and an old guy in a truck a few feet away was clearly auditioning for Fast & Furious: Grocery Run. Still, I kept my cool—barely. I wasn't supposed to be here, so I needed to do what I needed and get the hell out as fast as possible.
At the moment, I had just one goal, and that was the Rotary Supermarket. That was all that mattered to me and I was going to find it. I looked around me, trying to look above the sea of heads at the dazzling billboards and glistening neon signs. Not long after, I saw it.
