It was a quiet evening, the twilight was mesmerizingly fading into nightfall and in a quiet corner of this expanse, on the outskirts barely touched by the hustle and bustle of the squalid city.
*Clink* *clink*
The wind brushed over the hanging glass in the quaint little bar where this story is taking place, creating melodious sound like a wind chime.
"Ugh...Man the wind is cold as h*ll tonight I just hope none of those ingrates will come begging for food"
Having just finished cleaning some dishes the bartender said annoyed as he washed his hands clean of all the soap.
"God if only I could afford anywhere better than this shlthole...I feel dirty even interacting with the downtrodden that festers here"
The bartender groaned clearly in pain over his situation.
