Chapter 11 Paying For Relief

• Jonea limped towards the bell tower in the east. Her head and clothes were covered with dirt. The smell of eggs and spoiled milk wafted all over her. Jonea cleaned up as best she could and ran towards the bell tower as fast as possible. Only in that place could Jonea be alone and vent all her frustration and sadness.
• "B4 bastard!" she shouted. "You think I'll give up? Seriously! Do you think I'm going to back off now? You have the wrong person, Hunter Abraham! You've never had a hard time. You never study in a cold room because you don't have heating. For ordinary people like us, perseverance is the key to survival."
• Jonea was sobbing, but she was trying not to cry any longer. She wiped her tears using a sleeve stained with eggs and stale milk.