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 Aesir shook his head towards Casper, looking intently into his eyes. That sad expression was still behind his mask, though, and the soldier felt that it wasn't the best idea to trust entirely on that man.

"I mean, it depends on what do you want to do with me, you know?" Casper was trying to find a way to leave that bed without no one getting in his way.

"I mean, I let him diagnose my body, but it's an entirely different thing to let this man do whatever he wants to do with me… He will be making something on my brain, after all… I don't even know what's their intentions…" He thought.

Casper was getting more cautious around people from District 42 after all that happened in Halden, particularly with eccentric people, and in anything regarding his brain.

No trust