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 left the storage room in which he was with Amelia and Olaf. The last followed him as expected, and the head nurse stayed there, seemingly to be both excited and disturbed with the sudden start of something as big as what the White warrior had in mind.

The soldier walked through the infirmary and settled in a random room, picking the master key in the pocket of the lab coat and activating it quickly. Olaf looked flabbergasted to him, hardly believing in what his eyes were seeing.

"H-hey, how could you take this thing back? Does Anton ran away successfully in the battle we had at that corridor in front of the Lab's entrance?"

Casper stared back at him, who never averted his eyes from the white cube.

"I don't know why it's related with Anton, to be honest… And, take it back? It has been a while since I took it back from him." He assured, making the man even more confused.

Preparations