"Bang bang bang!"
The oak door, locked with iron chains, started to shake.
"Who?" Several soldiers dozing off in the winch room were startled awake, angrily retorting.
"Catherine's decree. It's me, you bastards, open up, it's winch room duty!"
"Oh oh oh." Hearing the Gatekeeper's voice, the Militia Captain in the winch room finally rose from his seat by the table, rubbing his eyes with his palms as he walked to the door.
"Hurry up, what's taking so long?"
"Sir, I'm opening it right now..."
"Bang!"
Once the iron chains were unfastened, the iron-bolted door revealed a small gap, and the person behind it suddenly kicked the door panel forcefully.
The soldier opening the door was immediately hit, his forehead jerking backward as he stumbled back three steps, sitting heavily on the ground. He looked at the bloodstains on his trousers, bewildered, and wiped his nose.
