Shanties were haphazardly put together, often just a few pieces of broken wooden boards and rotten straw, providing a place to shelter from wind and rain.
Years of crisscrossed stacking made it extremely disorganized. Only the elderly residents could navigate their way through.
"Pah! What kind of hellhole is this?! It's like a pigsty!"
The tall and robust man went deeper into the narrow alley, the sky above growing dim. It was dark like dusk at midday.
The doors on both sides were almost touching, with incessant curses, quarrels, hammering, and scraping noises creating a nonstop racket.
It had just rained last night, and the sewage dripping down the straw roof occasionally slipped into his collar, making for an uncomfortable experience.
As a Red Eyebrow Bandit, the tall man had once lived a life of drinking big bowls of wine and eating large chunks of meat.
