The remote slum in a bustling city.
The sky was getting darker, and everything around was left with only blurry outlines. The wild wind raged, seemingly ready to unleash a torrential downpour at any moment.
A man in his forties, on his way home from work, saw from a distance a bizarre scene and stopped in his tracks. He nudged his coworker with his elbow, "Hey, look over there, the two people are carrying something—could it be a pregnant woman?"
The exhausted coworker, only thinking of going home for a hot shower and sleep, didn't even want to glance, "You must be so tired you're seeing things. Everyone living here are poor old men, where would there be a pregnant woman?"
There were no streetlights, only the remaining glow of the sunset to illuminate the way.
