Lucien followed the scent wafting through the air. His nose guided him through the bustling street.
Before long, he stumbled upon a row of food stalls lining the path. Each one was sizzling with enticing aromas and colorful displays.
The sight tugged at his memories.
'It's been a while…'
Memories of his past life surfaced.
Back when he was still a student, he'd stop by stalls like these after school and feast on whatever his allowance could buy.
Fried. Grilled. Skewered.
He'd devour it all in carefree mukbang sessions.
But after dropping out completely, those carefree food runs had become a distant memory.
Now standing amidst the mouthwatering chaos once again, nostalgia hit him hard.
He scanned the stalls and realized something troublesome.
There were too many choices and they all looked incredibly appetizing.
The street stretched endlessly, packed with food vendors and long lines of eager customers.
Yet one stall stood out.
It was... empty.