Meanwhile.
A cold wind blew, and the red mist on the street was as thick as blood.
"ACHOO!"
Han Sumei, dressed in work clothes and rubber gloves, sneezed. A shiver ran through her, and two streams of snot ran from her nose.
She could only turn her head to wipe it with her sleeve, her heart filled with humiliation and despair.
All because both of her gloves were covered in filth.
Behind her was a septic truck.
The manhole cover in front of her was open.
A damp, foul stench unique to sewers assaulted her nostrils, like the tentacles of a squid.
Han Sumei was cold and hungry!
She hadn't eaten all day, but she had no appetite at all.
—She had been forced to clean out three sewers in a row.
This was her current job: sewer cleaner!
This was far worse than any of her previous work environments!
'Even a janitor doesn't have to personally touch this kind of filth, right?'
'And now?'
