(Kira's POV)
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The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above me as I stepped deeper into the Rotary Supermarket. The place was alive with movement—tired mothers juggling toddlers and groceries, young couples whispering over produce choices, a cashier's voice droning out over the intercom about a flash sale in aisle five. I grabbed a green plastic basket near the entrance, its handle already warm from a previous user, and I tried to blend into the human tide around me.
This was unfamiliar terrain.
