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

Their anxiety arose once they stepped inside the elevator. Their movements were slow and calm, just to press the button and to close the doors and make the elevator start to go down took an eternity.

Their faces were pale, cold sweat was covering their backs and armpits. In their efforts to prevent their bodies to tremble, they ended up getting too stiff.

The only thing that passed in their minds was the image of a bunch of prisoners dying beside them, giving their lives, their blood, sweat, and tears just for the sake of that escape. And, in the end, their figures were left behind for Casper and the other two, in an action that was difficult to differentiate from good or bad.

One thing was certain: those people must have had felt betrayed, just like the soldier felt when Anton showed to be the culprit from that mess, and when Alfar closed the doors of that elevator.

Recognition and departure