C265 Infections

My hand gripped the man's wrist. I could feel the itch on my wrist, but I resisted the urge to scratch it, and by then I could see that the middle-aged man's entire arm was stinking.

"F * ck, what a stinky smell, what kind of rhythm is this!"

I immediately let go of this middle-aged uncle's arm and took a few steps back to the window. At this moment