Psyche POV
"The heck, Scion!" I screamed.
Who would have guessed that we'd end up in the pig poop? In the nasty waste, my feet were almost up to my knees. My eyes are starting to well up with tears because of the stink and the ill luck brought by the motherfucker Scion.
I had already warned him beforehand that we should use the train as our means of transportation because he was unfamiliar with the area, but he refused and acted like an all-knowing god, but look what happened.
"It wasn't my intention, Psyche."
Just great.
"Get me out of here, you b***h!"
The moron even has the guts to mock my current situation. Lucky for him, he landed in the shallow portion of the dung while I landed on the deeper part.
"Stop laughing or I'll push this stuff right into your mouth, fool."
I'm lit
