"Why is everyone gathering like this in the middle of the morning?"
Johan quickly brushed the question off, waving a dismissive hand. "It is just our standard monthly commercial district meeting. We are just discussing supply chain issues. It is nothing important."
Solomon crossed his arms. "Jasmine told me these 'monthly' meetings have been happening quite a few times a week lately."
Johan and Elara completely avoided his gaze, staring awkwardly at the pavement.
"I am asking you again," Solomon pressed, his tone turning serious. "If you do not tell me what is going on, I will just walk inside right now and ask them myself."
Elara let out a heavy sigh and placed a hand on Johan's arm to stop his protests. She looked up at her son. "A dungeon has appeared in District Six."
Solomon furrowed his brow. District Six encompassed the residential neighborhood where they lived, the commercial district where the diner operated, and two adjacent industrial sectors.
