C197 Punishment for the Corruption of a Plane

At ten in the morning, my colorful lights were still lit in the People's Square, but there weren't many pedestrians on the streets. It was already the beginning of winter, and the cold wind sent goosebumps down my spine.

A young man wearing black clothes and a peaked cap suddenly appeared. Under the dim light, one could see that the man was holding a sharp scalpel in his hand