Became a Failed Experimental Subject

Just the possibility of getting food before it was thrown away was enough to make the park the most valuable of all trash bins.

Strangely enough, for some reason, other vagrants didn’t come here often.

However, the more I came and went from the park, the more the parents’ gazes began to sour.

Eventually, after I’d been rummaging through the trash cans enough, the police came.

“Oh, uh...? You’re... from before.”

“Mm.”

The one who came to drive me away was the same officer I’d borrowed money from not long ago.

The officer looked startled when he saw me digging through the trash and instinctively reached for the gun on his hip.

But then, perhaps remembering that bullets didn’t work on me, he lowered his hand.

“What are you... doing here...?”

“Eating.”

“Um... yeah... so, there’ve been some complaints in the area, asking us to get you to leave.”