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

Casper was looking to his own hands while standing in front of that old man, with Astrid on the side, working in whatever the thing she got into. The room was silent, which helped him to keep immersed in his thoughts.

"The only one that can change everything, huh…?" He closed his hands, making a tight fist, feeling a different kind of energy now. It was something he didn't feel for a long time since he retired from the army.

"Without even knowing, that's what I was wanting to do since I left that bed and saw the world I was into, or when I faced those sad masks for the first time… I have been always willing to do something for this place…" Casper was finally understanding his actions, his thoughts, and reorganizing his perspective of things.

Realization