Refugees are just trying to survive, to have a place to stay, though some have given up for the sake of relics, most can no longer endure the torment.
Besides the refugees, many others have come to Hamlet, each harboring their own thoughts, plunging into a new world.
"You... stop right there."
The soldier at the checkpoint blocked a suspicious figure, wrapped in a sheet-like tattered cloth covering most of his body, even his head, with only a bit of gaze exposed.
Although refugees liked wrapping themselves in rags, what really drew attention was the noise emanating from him as he moved.
It was the sound of chains clashing, something they were fairly familiar with, instantly arousing suspicion, gesturing with a raised hand.
"Come over this way, no need to be nervous, we just need to ask a few questions."
Though the words didn't provoke him, the soldiers were already on guard, ready to control him if he caused any trouble.
