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

The time passed like a rocket. For everyone, it was as if they couldn't even catch their breath properly.

Even after that time resting, just chatting, sleeping, or looking into space, when they stood up again, gravity nearly pulled them back to the same position as before.

They were as exhausted as before. Now that their muscles were cooled down, the adrenaline was gone, and they could stop the frenzy inside their minds, the prisoners were feeling all the harm that they received at such intense physical activity and psychological pressure.

The only thing that gave to them the disposition to get up from the floor and keep going was their will to finish everything as soon as possible. Although they were very worn out, they couldn't wait until the second they would put their feet outside that place.

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