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

"S-so… Are you saying that you can split the handcuffs with this? Just like the Frelsi… That's amazing! It will help lots!" Alfar needed to tell Olaf to be quieter because the other inmates were starting to get suspicious about what they were talking about. 


The man fell silent at the same moment and kept fidgeting his fingers under the table.  


"So… Do you think you can do it today, Anton? Is it something that takes too much time or…?" 


Anton didn't even need to thought about that matter. He just nodded, seeming pretty confident in his abilities.  


"But, anyway, Anton needs to say that, at the same time that break a mask can be useful, it is a surprise box as well." 


"I can imagine why, since the handcuffs have this sort of individuality… but I don't quite get it…" Alfar was trying to think about that question. 


The rescue part 1