A spring thunder heralded the dawn.
With more and more figures appearing on the streets,
This small town finally began to brim with life.
"Whoosh!"
As the rolling shutter door lifted, the elder couldn't help but glance sideways, driven by curiosity. When he made eye contact with the person inside, he couldn't help but crack an awkward smile: "You're here."
"I'm here," the young man replied.
Nodding, the elder walked into the room and whispered to his younger son who had briskly followed him in: "Dad, wasn't this shop previously owned by Old Sun? How come it's changed hands, and even the signboard is different?"
"You haven't been around these past two days, so you're unaware. The shop has a new owner now, and that young fellow we just saw is the boss," the elder explained thoughtfully.
"Matrix? Specializes in initiating and setting arrays? That's quite some bravado," the younger son sneered, not taking it seriously.