At night, Anjing City is like a procession of ghosts, with all sorts of demons coming out to wreak havoc. The city bureau is in chaos too...
Even when it is trampled down from a lofty branch into the mud, it still has the right to remain unsullied by the mire; it can still hold fast to its original ideals and convictions and pursue true fairness.
Theme: Some whispers in your ear may be the clamor of hell.
