Malca caressed the brand on the back of his left hand, as if he could still recall the searing pain from when the hot iron was pressed against his skin years ago.
He was a member of the Branding Hand Gang, and as the name implies, this gang's main characteristic was branding its members' hands with a scorching iron to signify their affiliation.
The gang wasn't large, with influence spanning only two or three blocks; but it wasn't small either, as more than three hundred thousand people within their territory depended on them.
Only, their recent days hadn't been easy.
Or rather, since military governance began, no one's days had been easy.
At the start of military control, the Branding Hand Gang initially thought it wouldn't be much different from the strict management incidents that occasionally happened in the past. However, their expectations were quickly shattered.
