Still, a few people lingered on the main street, mostly women and children. It made sense as they were likely the families of workers who had already left earlier in the morning.
And of course, there were plenty of vagrants lining the sidewalks.
What really caught my attention, though, was just how many vagrants there were. Dozens, maybe more, lying on the ground, huddled under torn, rugged blankets, or slumped against walls.
And yet, the people walking by barely reacted. Their expressions were normal, as if they'd long since grown used to the sight. It was nothing new to them.
As I went deeper into the district, the number of vagrants grew. Some storefronts were completely blocked by sleeping bodies, making it impossible to even open the doors.
Amidst my observation, I suddenly heard something.
Then I saw her begin addressing the people nearby, calmly instructing them to help the injured store owner and guiding the crowd to settle down.
