He was positive that it was the right address. Or so he had hoped it was the updated one, because right then, all the man could see was a run-downed two-storey building with a ‘caution’ sign plastered on the door. Eric peered though the dusty glass, frowning when all the supposed store had were wooden planks and large tins of paint. The small camera store was long gone, along with the restaurants at the side of it.
Eric sighed, adjusting the strap of his bag - it had been three years after all - but he wasn’t about to give up. Perhaps a local could direct him…
“Excuse me, Mr.” Hillary tried to pull the male out from his busy thoughts while peering through the dusty glass of a two-story building that as far as she was informed, was abandoned for a couple years now. “Are you in need of something?” She broadly asked, her head slightly tilted towards the side to get a better view of the male’s face. Hillary furrowed her brows and in a knowing manner, she then noticed the male was a new around the area, and he was in dire need of help - or at least that was how she assumed his need.
