He sighed, "I hope nothing goes wrong."
...
Something went wrong.
Ever since a few days ago, the workhorses assigned to the Recovery Department had felt that something was amiss... To be more precise, it was as if they were damned possessed!
Originally, when they heard that some young master from a big workshop had been kicked down to this miserable hole for starting a fight, everyone's hearts sank, and their asses clenched.
Cleaning up trash day and night as laborers was hard enough, but to have some do-nothing big shot lord it over them, who could bear it!
But bear it they must, and endure it they must, just like how few apprentices without power, influence, or anyone to rely on—who could only sell their labor—could keep their gutters tight and bouncy.
