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

Once Casper asked that question, both Alfar and Olaf got quiet and just glanced at each other.

The soldier was expecting that they wouldn't have much to say about that, so he just sighed.

"Yeah, that's the real problem here. I mean, it would be difficult to pull through this situation even with the men we have in our disposition before, but now with just the three of us, it will be one hundred times harder than before…" He rubbed his neck, thinking. Those words were more for himself than for his two partners.

He was listing every difficulty they could have during that operation and everything that could be wrong inside his mind, mumbling sometimes. Olaf and Alfar also were pensive about that matter.

If the three of them could reason together, a solution would appear for sure.

"For now, it's a must for us to forget about fighting them, right?" Olaf spoke, finally.

The escape part 1