"No..." Tracy cried out hoarsely, her face etched with deep despair. She stared blankly at the group of beggars before her, their bodies covered in filth and emitting foul odors, her own body trembling uncontrollably.
The defiance and anger in her eyes had been replaced by endless emptiness and hopelessness, as tears streamed down her dirt-stained cheeks.
"Why is this happening? Why..." Tracy murmured weakly, her voice barely audible.
The beggars, seeing her in this state, did not show any compassion, but instead wore grotesque smiles. Tracy closed her eyes in despair, as if she had given up all hope, waiting for fate to inflict even crueler torment.
Time seemed to freeze. Tracy was like a lifeless doll, tortured beyond recognition. Her once vibrant face was now haggard and weary, her
