The heavy snow at the year's end had blanketed the entire island with a layer of white frost.
Whenever this time of year came around, it would always freeze a lot of people to death.
Many junkies, veterans, and prostitutes had sought refuge here. When their money ran out and they had no means of earning a living, pitching tents in the wilderness to burn wood for warmth was no solution. They couldn't withstand the cold and hunger and would sooner or later perish.
Boss might not care about the squalor, but he still took care of the dead on the island.
Every winter, he would have people drag carts to collect the bodies and burn them in a pile to prevent the spread of plagues and contagious diseases when the spring thaw came.
SS Fuma Keqing Revenge had docked at the harbor.
There were no more tents pitched on the winter beaches, as it was bitterly cold, and no one would come ashore for a quick one. They had to warm up by the fireplace inside a building first.
