'Round, running 'round, running 'round.

I ascended the stairs and each of my step seemed to magnify the distance between my past and the uncertain future ahead. People passed me by, their greetings and warm smiles falling on deaf ears. The ground beneath me had become a shifting landscape of emotions.

Entering the elevator, I watched as it moved upward slowly. Each passing floor marked a chapter in my tumultuous journey, and my gaze involuntarily drifted to Castor's weapon workshop as I rose. It was a reminder of the choices I had made, the choices that had set me on this path.

Finally, the elevator stopped on my destination: the 44th floor. Stepping out, I remained lost in my thoughts. People greeted me again, but their words felt distant, like echoes in my mind. As I walked past Uncle Chen's stall, now transformed into an Italian one, it wasn't surprising to me. Uncle Chen left megablock.