"My mother was skilled at knitting and sewing, often earning some money by making clothes for people in the neighborhood and the slums. To keep my father from discovering that we had money from doing sewing work for others, I always went to the slums to collect payment at night."
"One year, on a night of torrential rain, I went again to the slums to collect money. Just as I walked into the narrow alleys of the slums, I saw a few thugs cornering someone, demanding that person pay back the money."
"I knew these thugs were not to be messed with, so I quickly hid. But I still overheard their conversation. The person being cornered was a drug addict who owed those thugs money. Since the addict couldn't pay up, the thugs killed him."
Upon hearing this, Flynn Taylor tensed up, nervously squeezing the woman's shoulders.
