Arthur glanced at his surroundings, noticing the crowd's ignorance towards the beatdown. The boy was suffering in plain sight, while the men in overcoats hadn't even taken him to an alley before beginning the beatdown.
Instead of helping the pitiful boy, however, the residents of the town were deliberately ignoring him, as if his existence was a mere illusion. Despite his painful cries reverberating across the streets, no one cared.
"How much for a pound of carrots?"
"Pound? Do you mean kilogram? Anyway, it'll cost you five tokens."
"Five tokens!? That's a fucking rip-off. The place downtown offers a kilogram for four tokens!"
"Then go get it from there, bitch. Why waste my time?"
Arthur glanced at the quarrel between a shopkeeper and a rather old lady, chuckling at their pettiness. The two continued arguing for a few minutes, completely ignoring the beatdown, as if it were a regular occurrence.
