Ah, the shopping plazas of Los Angeles. Developers with an addiction to money turning our beloved city into a shitty suburban dream.
Sorry, I’m distracted...
It turned out the license plate was registered to none other than a church.
As I pulled up, I could immediately tell something was off. A place of worship tucked away in a strip mall with battered doors. Seemingly they haven’t had a service in years.
I got out of the car to take a look.
And that’s when I heard a noise. It appeared that something was going on inside. Soon, I heard chanting.
I took a step closer and could finally hear what they were saying.
“Good god,” I thought to myself.