September, a border town in Mexico.
"Stop, damn, stop for me, make sure I don't interrupt your retreat..." The strong man with a sinewy face panted and chased after a thin girl in ragged clothes, cursing and shouting loudly.
The girl ran as fast as she could, occasionally glancing at the crowd with a look of fear and helplessness but also a hint of stubbornness. Yes, she knew that in this Mexican town where boys were valued over girls and where eating was a problem, selling girls for food was a perfectly normal thing. You can sell your own biological daughter, let alone a stepdaughter who is not related by blood.
In the narrow and dilapidated streets, the cries of vendors are occasionally mixed with the scolding of shop owners, the teasing laughter of local gangsters, and the scolding of ordinary people... Who cares about a girl who loses money? It's too late to sweep the snow away, let alone lend a helping hand. There are no doors.
Intention: Regardless of human beings or dragons, once you walk around in this world, no matter how gorgeous your clothes are, they will be riddled with holes.