Hu Qianfan, or the man now called Seal, was squatting at the door of the clinic cleaning cinders from the exhaust pipe.
The air in the Iron Curtain City always smells of sulfur, and the sky is dyed a grayish hue by steam. His white coat was stained with engine oil and chemicals, and there were traces of patina embedded in the gaps between his fingers that couldn't be washed away.
"Woof!"
