Zion was seated by the window on the second floor of Goldcrest Lounge. He was sipping on his tea as he observed the bustling street below.

Even with over ten occupied tables, Goldcrest Lounge felt rather solemn compared to its usual lively air. The patrons at each table seemed to be silently enjoying their tea.

"Mr Swanson, that guy has arrived." Ziggy, who was standing behind Zion, suddenly pointed downward.

Zion looked down and saw Dustin strolling through the crowd. He appeared calm and