There’s only few of us left because wealthy neiborhood came to start war. We fought really hard but they’re bigger than us. Most of my men died, some like me left undefeated but I ended up raising the white cloth. A man’s life is more important than pride. It is enough for me to see my people’s devotion to their tasks, finishing it is too much.
It was just us before. And now the big guys controls us. It is the least I can do to save my forefather’s blood.
