Awakening from darkness and confusion, Katarina blankly looked at her arms — padded with a splint, and neatly bandaged.
She continued to look at her arms.
She had no sense of reality at all.
From her point of view, it was ludicrous.
She was on her way home happily after receiving her daily pay.
At the crossroads, she bumped into something that suddenly popped out, was knocked away, fainted, and when she opened her eyes, she was in this condition.
"Aww…"
She felt exhilarating pain as she moved her arm slightly. At this point, she had no choice but to admit — her arm was broken.
'Now what?'
Katarina, the sole breadwinner of the family, had five younger siblings to look after.
She was a third grade dancer and with the meager wages she received, it was barely enough, she could hardly feed her siblings full.
But now… for now… that didn't look possible.
Who the hell would hire a dancer with one of her arm dangling?
