The Journey of an Ou

"Haze! Don't slack off at the door, come here and help move!",A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",The shop door and the nearest shelves were smashed to pieces! Blood, splintered wood, and broken merchandise were flying around in the small shop. The muffled blast echoed for a long time.。