On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",“This is a rundown place, looking utterly impoverished. Well, I suppose it's to be expected in a desolate mountain town.”。