Shopping with Carmen's grandfather wasn't just a simple errand—it was an experience, an adventure, and, above all, pure chaos.
I'd thought it would be a calm, quick trip to pick up some essentials for the house and maybe browse for souvenirs, but I'd completely underestimated his energy and enthusiasm.
He insisted we visit the main shopping district in the vampire realm, which he described as "part bazaar, part black-market carnival." How could I say no to that?
The moment we stepped out of the car, I was overwhelmed. The shopping district was massive, stretching out in every direction with colorful stalls, towering storefronts, and flashing signs in languages I couldn't even begin to decipher.
Vendors shouted from every corner, advertising everything from rare elixirs to the latest vampire fashion trends. It was loud, crowded, and completely exhilarating.