Elizabeth's gaze sharpened as she spoke again, her voice lowering just enough to carry weight while still sounding calm, "I sensed a gaze that was lingering on me for the whole duration that I spoke in the stadium, at first I was confused since everyone was watching me through the live stream, but there was one gaze that felt different, it was direct and steady, and it was coming from this shop itself, that is why I thought you were inviting me for a talk. Was it not you, Mr. Shopkeeper....?"
The silence that followed was eerie.
The surroundings fell into a quiet stillness, the air turning heavy as if waiting for an answer, with only the faint ticking of the clock echoing softly through the four walls, filling the space between them.
"Miss Elizabeth, you must have some sort of misunderstanding because—"
