Four in the afternoon, the hour of prayer.
"DONG… DONG…"
The tolling of the bells from the Holy Fierce Sun Church's clock tower, calling for evening prayers, could be faintly heard in the distance.
The broken bell, which had been gnawed off and dropped by a swarm of rats a few days ago, had been replaced with a new one just yesterday.
Within a small alley on Beilan Long Street, shrouded in shadow.
Zorn stood deep in the shadows.
He nibbled on a slice of cheap baguette while watching the long line of people across the street waiting for food to be distributed.
Not all of those receiving relief food were homeless.
Many struggling families would send their children or elderly with free time to collect some food.
"This taste… It hasn't changed one bit!"
Shoving the last piece of bread into his mouth, Zorn mumbled indistinctly.
The baguettes of Ogrande City were fragrant and sweet shortly after coming out of the oven.
