Guyver G Unit

sketchfab

They walked slowly down the aisle of the old movie theater, their footsteps echoing off the walls. The smell of stale popcorn and worn velvet filled the air as they made their way to the ticket counter. A young woman with a bright smile greeted them from behind the glass, her eyes scanning them up and down before ringing up their purchase. They paid and waited patiently for the tickets to be handed over, their fingers drumming impatiently on the counter.