"What on earth did I do..."
The sound of murmuring arose.
Lying on the bed in his lodging, Gu Mo rested his hands behind his head, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling. In the corner of the bedside, the green-streaked wooden mask lay quietly. Outside, a cacophony echoed, with sirens wailing from afar and close as police cars drove by in threes and twos.
Every now and then, loud disputes and commotion, angry shouts, and screams resounded. It was the clash between the demonstrators and the law enforcement forces intervening in this city.
The lingering impact from last night was incredibly profound, so early in the morning, the Japanese Government took action... Ahem, of course, that's how it appeared on the surface; in reality, everything centered around the United States, America first, America's interests first.
So it's not surprising that some conflicts occurred, especially considering how ruthless the US Army can be, even to their own people, so don't expect too much.
