Meanwhile, Jin strolled along the road leading to the motorcycle showroom, finding it eerily deserted once again.
As the sun gradually descended, the vibrant blue sky transformed into a breathtaking canvas of orange hues, casting a warm glow upon the surroundings.
The passage of time compelled those who couldn't make it to the central city that day to seek shelter within the nearby buildings.
The air hung heavy with a mix of weary dust, perspiration, and the lingering scent of breath. Countless footprints adorned the paved black road, their marks overlapping with occasional patches of mud.
Jin's own footsteps resonated through the silent street, accompanied by the faint clatter of items within his daypack.
Curious gazes from hidden onlookers briefly fixated on him, before diverting their attention to the darkening sky, as if questioning his sanity.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!