The slum was certainly far from decent from the outside. A boy who was used to being neat, clean, and paying attention to his appearance. Now his clothes were even scratched by weeds and shoes that had stepped on wet ground.
His appearance, although not that messy, still did not look as neat as usual. With a large bag in hand, he passed through the path that he had memorized very well. Entering the abandoned empty room, turning one of the locked doors after easily entering the password.
"Sanji-san, you're eating instant food again."
The voice was like an apparition that came suddenly. Scarier than being scolded by the boss at the office or facing a ghost directly.
One of his chopsticks fell, creating a sound that was the only sound in the gaps of silence. As if becoming a dramatic spice, the loud sound was like a warning that the thief who stole was caught by the enforcers of justice.
That was his current condition. Heading towards being miserable, it was only a matter of time.
