“GET BACK TO WORK!” You rolled your eyes as you heard more shouting from the guard, you were used to it by now. The twenty two hour work days every day of the week (minus Sunday- then it was only twenty), the shouting from Darkwing. It was a normal occurrence and you simply kept pushing the cart, dumping the contents before heading back to your spot and picking your drill back up.

“Did I say you could take a break?” He snapped at one of the older miners, he despised all of you, with a burning passion. His red eyes shone with disdain whenever he interacted with us. His dark blue hair was slicked back, his navy colored armor was hardly noticeable in the dim lighting of the mine.

The worker scrambled back to work, not wanting to risk getting fired and executed.