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 elevator kept rising higher and higher, always at the same extremely slow pace. If before the three-man inside there were complaining about the time passing too fast, now they were agonizing about how slowly it seemed to be.

The nervousness could be felt in the air. All of them were sweating buckets, their hands restless. They didn't talk anything to each other, even though they wanted to do it so badly.

Their hearts were racing inside the chest, and they had the impression that their heartbeat could be heard by each other.

The soldier was already used to anticipation. Every time he needed to go on a new dangerous mission, the same feeling befell him. However, he was already doing his breathing techniques, managing his thoughts, and calming down completely.

The escape part 2