"Are those two Dark Wizards connected to the crows?" Colmar switched arms supporting her chin, then extended her other hand and crooked her fingers, signaling for the black cat to come closer.
The black cat pretended not to see it. It lowered its head and chewed a piece of beef from the plate, answering laboriously, "...No, I mean,
"I was a failure. I barely paid attention to whether the sun was shining or not, because I had no time.
"My parents couldn't support me, and I wasn't well educated. Alone in the city, I searched for a future.
"I looked for many jobs, but none would hire me. Maybe nobody liked someone who wasn't good at talking, didn't enjoy socializing, and hadn't shown enough ability.
"For three whole days, I ate only two loaves of bread. Hunger kept me awake at night. Luckily, I had paid a month's rent in advance, so I could keep living in that dark basement without having to go outside and endure the abnormally cold winter winds.
"Finally, I found a job. I kept watch at a hospital, watching over the morgue.
"The hospital was even colder at night than I had imagined. The corridor wall lamps weren't lit, and everything was dim. I could only rely on the faint light spilling out of the rooms to see where I was stepping.
"The place smelled awful. From time to time, the dead would be delivered stuffed inside body bags, and we would help carry them into the morgue.
"It wasn't a very good job, but at least I could afford bread. I could also use my free time at night to study. After all, hardly anyone wanted to come to the morgue unless a corpse needed to be brought in or taken away for cremation.