Why?
Kneeling in the square, Woffiel stared endlessly at the sky, the afternoon sunlight glaring through his swollen eyes.
He would rather it snow right then.
Preferably a snow that would bury him.
The purging was over.
They had lost everything in this settlement.
The Alliance hadn't allowed the free exchange of chips and silver coins. Even though his father certainly had unconventional means of exchanging a few, it couldn't have been much. Let alone CR and Dinar, the exchange was already sealed off. Even if there was a little CR left in Kishu's account in Ideal City, it was far from enough to sustain their family's previous lifestyle.
Money was a minor issue, losing power was his greatest pain.
Woffiel would have preferred if the Militia Group had killed him, as death was the quickest escape.
It would be best if they killed his wife, kids, mother, and that useless brother altogether.
