บท 203: Rescuing their son[1]

At night on a street in the capital, in the midst of a foray of people, police officers redirected traffic ordering all cars to divert and take another route. If one inquired, they were informed that some old pipes had burst and there was a sewage leak which was being fixed. Outside a random shop which sold silver ware, cups, plates and the like an angry man watched a group of people dressed in yellow hazmat suits with gas masks on their faces make their way down a manhole.