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

Alfar was already awake, looking to the ceiling and rambling. He was meditating regarding what he had said to his friends in the past night.

Although he seemed very confident in what he answered to Olaf, he sort of spoke like that out of nowhere. It was a wish he had in his heart and that he was willing to share with others, also to remember himself that it was still there, burning, and it wouldn't stop until it was accomplished.

From the start, the only thing that Alfar wished for was to free the prisoners from that cruel situation inside Halden. If the government would treat them as inmates because of their "sins", then it would be more reasonable if they, at least, keep in mind that they were humans.

Objectives and Reform