Chapter 63: The Tailor's Wisdom

Conor stepped out of the car, his eyes scanning the nearly deserted parking lot of the Cochan Mall. The once-bustling shopping center, now a shadow of its former self, stood as a reminder of the past. His past.

He could still remember the days when the mall was alive with activity, shoppers streaming in and out of stores, children laughing as they ran through the halls, avoiding their parents, and the constant hum of life. But now, it was quiet, almost eerily so.

Parker, ever vigilant, was by his side, his eyes scanning the area as they walked toward the entrance. “Feels like a ghost town,” Parker commented, his voice low.

Conor nodded. “Yeah, it does. But Zelgan Dries is still here, and that’s what matters today.”

The familiar sound of the glass doors sliding open greeted them as they entered. The interior of the mall was dimly lit, with only a few shops still open. Most of the storefronts were dark, their once-bright signs now dull and lifeless.

The echoes of their footsteps were th