Slum.
A great number of homeless vagrants are squeezed into the dirty corners.
There is always a long line outside the Charity Institution.
Investigator Percy Anias, from the investigation bureau, tugged uneasily at the second-hand clothes he had acquired from the flea market as he silently observed everything around him.
He saw a man in his thirties, with a scruffy beard and wearing dirty, cheap formal clothes, pass by.
Maybe once a part of the middle class, a sudden illness or unemployment may have been enough to ruin his household, leading to bankruptcy and pushing him into vagrancy.
From the numb, despairing look in his eyes, Percy could feel that the man might also be heavily in debt. It was a kind of silence and pain akin to being on the brink of an abyss.
'It's a shame... I'm only an investigator... there's nothing else I can do...'
Percy knew that some gentlemen and ladies would try to maintain their dignity after just having gone bankrupt.