A wayward youth, I never learned much and got mixed up in society early. With no skills, no prospects, and empty pockets, poverty drove me to the edge.
When you’re poor enough, desperation makes you bold.
There was me, the impulsive and rash A Wen, and the seasoned, steady Old Smoker: three young men from the countryside, crushed by life and barely able to hold their heads up. We knew this would cost us our virtue and break taboos, but we still took a reckless gamble and stepped into the underground trade.
New to the business, we dug up graves blindly and came away empty-handed, battered by bad luck and full of frustration.
