No one ever cared about where the beggars on the street corners came from and where they went. The light of the gold coin wiped away even their last vestiges of conscience. Even though she had the same fate as them, even so, in her eyes they were just particles under her feet.
Everyone gave her a bad name, but she always said one thing from beginning to end: "I am colored red and appear as a bad person. I don't care how high the pile of corpses is under my feet or how thick the blood is on my clothes, but I will always be a strong person."