Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

Casper was dragged until the lockdown. It had been a while since he last visited that local. He was not for so long inside Halden, but for him, it seemed like years. When you are confined somewhere, feeling every day that your freedom was stolen from you, the time passes too slowly. 


No matter how many things Casper made, and how many hours he spent planning his escape, the result was the same. A day that didn't appear to be a day, without even the artificial sunlight of the Castle. No matter how long you walked, you would always be faced with another wall, just to be remembered that you could not run away anywhere. 


The soldier had passed for times like that, but just a crazy man would get used to losing the only special thing that every human is born with. That was why he had somewhat empathy for every person in that district, and also the grudge he was holding against the Jarls. 


The principal's interest