"Damn kid, were you the one who knocked down the statue?"
At this moment, a commotion arose from the street. A burly man in a gray church servant's robe was gripping a half-grown boy's slender arm tightly, his face flushed with anger.
The boy's clothes were more tattered than those around him, his face smudged with dirt. Yet, his lips remained tightly pressed together, and his eyes showed no fear, only a defiant fury.
Beside them was a statue that had been newly carved but was already toppled to the ground. The statue depicted a solemn Freemasonry Church clergy holding a scripture. At this moment, the statue's head was detached from the body, rolling off to the side, appearing somewhat comical.
"It wasn't me! It fell on its own!" The boy struggled, his voice was clear but rebellious.
