Connell lay in the garbage heap for an entire day.
During that time, countless people passed by him.
Not a single one extended a hand to help—most only mocked him.
He, however, merely stared blankly into the distance, his eyes devoid of life, giving no reaction at all to the ridicule of the crowd.
Late at night, rats crawled out from the shadows.
They scoured the garbage heap for food, and some bolder ones even began gnawing at Connell's body.
Connell made no move to resist, which in truth only encouraged the rats to keep tearing at him.
Their bites grew more frenzied—until suddenly, he seized the rat that was clamped onto his arm and crushed it to death.
The eyes that had been dull and lifeless were now blazing with the fury of vengeance.
Connell stood up and slaughtered every single rat around him.
