"You get one, you get one, you too, take one..."
On the streets filled with refugees, Yuniya walked through the crowd with a bag of bread, stopping whenever she saw a lone child or a pregnant woman, handing out a large piece of bread to each.
The white figure weaved through the gaps, and no refugees snatched the bread from her hands; everyone just watched her quietly.
Everyone hoped to get more bread to satisfy their hunger, so they wouldn't have to worry about tomorrow's food, but no one turned this thought into violent action—not because they couldn't or didn't dare, but because their conscience prevented them.
Who awakened their conscience?
Perhaps it was the Church of Truth, or perhaps it was the pure and untainted Yuniya...
Even the thieves and pickpockets who skulked around all day could not bear to disrupt the scene before them.
Soon, Yuniya had only the last piece of bread left. She looked around, searching for other helpless individuals, those who could not work.
