"Ahem... That's so damn unlucky, it's such a dirty job again."
District 9 Heretic Management Bureau, third underground floor. The air was filled with a smell that was mixed with rust, moldy tobacco, and some indescribable fishy sweet smell, like the smell of raw pork that had been exposed to the hot sun for three days, going straight into the human and heavenly caps.
The siren sounded like a ghost, "woo-woo", and the red warning light rotated wildly in the corridor, illuminating everyone's face as pale as a dead ghost who had just crawled out of a grave.
