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

"H-how can it be, Alfar? I made everything correctly when operating the master key. I am pretty sure of it." Exasperated, Casper entered the elevator looking around.

"How do you discover that something isn't working man? How can you do it without even activating this thing?"

Alfar looked to Olaf, who was asking him that clever question. That man was still outside the elevator, unlike Casper.

"Let me show you how. I worked in Halden before as a mechanic and electrician. In short, I made most of the maintenance of things around here, and this elevator always gave me the most trouble in its electric circuit."

Olaf looked very dumbfounded but somewhat interested in what Alfar had discovered.

He peeked inside the elevator, and then stepped inside it, looking around.

At that exact moment, the elevator closed all of a sudden behind him, making Olaf turn to look at it.

Alfar's choice