"How on earth do you useless bunch get things done?" The guard captain's low roar echoed in the narrow alleyway, as he pointed at the limp male corpse on the ground, anger making his hands tremble, "How many times did I stress before setting off? Capture only, no harming anyone! Have you all turned my words into background noise? What is this now? Speak up!"
"Captain, this...this really isn't entirely our fault." A young guard shrank his neck, his voice carrying a hint of grievance, "They themselves extinguished all the candles in the house, pitch black so we couldn't see anything. When we charged in, the people inside panicked, knocking over that pot, this guy slipped and fell on the mushroom soup himself, and had the misfortune to hit the back of his head on the corner of the table... we didn't even touch his coat hem."
