Chapter 3: A Shitty Day (3)
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As he paid attention, the sound of footsteps got even clearer. From the sound of their heavy footsteps, it seemed like they were wearing thick shoes.
As the footsteps got closer, Dung Beetle realized it wasn't just one set of footsteps but two.
"Ah, we’re finally done."
As expected, two men emerged from the darkness.
Familiar gas masks, familiar uniforms... they were undoubtedly janitors who belonged to the same Janitor Guild as him.
"Damn, I never thought that there’d be a day when janitors have to clean up other janitors."
The two men were dragging a corpse wearing the same uniform as theirs. Each held one leg, and because of that, they left a long trail of blood behind them.
...Could it be that those bastards were the ones who dragged the corpses here? Dung Beetle held his breath and moved away from their line of sight.