“What the **** do you mean ‘closed’!?”, the young man yells to the empty store. The door has a pretty big lock and chain protecting, right underneath a sign sitting smugly reading “Sorry, we are closed for now. Have a nice day”. The smiley face seems like he is mocking him.

He only grumbles in frustration. There’s nothing he can do after all, and looking around he only sees the same disappointed faces. Counting, there are only around three or four people, all like himself, clad in winter clothes even though it’s June. He covers his eyes against the sudden gust of wind that blows up the street.