In the era of war, there were two things that, once they started to deteriorate, declined at a rate even faster than a meteor falling from the sky.
The first was the value of currency;
The second was humanity;
"What do you want us to come out for, huh? To joyfully put on a show of peace and prosperity?!"
The woman brandished a rolling pin, her clothes tattered and stained with dust, her gaunt arms like skeletal limbs clad in skin, her hands covered with cracks and calluses. Her emaciated cheeks barely hinted at her former beauty, and her bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred and anger. Through the slightly ajar door behind her, several pairs of eyes mixed with fear and disgust were watching.
The woman spat on the ground, her voice hysterical once again.
