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

That was the day when Alfar would get out of the lockdown. It had been seven long days since he was stuck in there.  


He wasn't the type of person who was outrightly impatient. Of course, like any normal human, the time he passed doing nothing there except from eat and sleep was really boring, to the point where he started to think nonsense, talk alone, and wish for someone's presence. 


He had stayed for some time inside the lockdown once for the two huge mistakes he did in the past, but he never felt so lonely and hurtful as in this time. 


Alfar needed to reflect for several days to finally overcome the sadness that had dominated him since he realized what he did in that canteen. He repeated the same mistake from before, and even worse this time.  


He didn't know how, but the count of deaths that he caused was discovered, and he overheard while in his dizziness during the Dark Zone some scientists commenting about it. The numbers were twice as big as the others he had before.  


Anton's warning