When a Second-Rate Detective Comes Knocking

In the hands of the factory owner, the steam engine turned into the harvester's sickle, and the evil god watched the mortals dancing madly through hallucinations and dreams. As a second-rate detective with multiple jobs, all Ronald could do was to maintain his original shape in the gears of society, knocking on the doors one by one, dragging those who disliked him out of their safe beds, and nailing them under the rain that washed away all creatures equally.