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

Vick had woke up nearly at the same time as Casper did. There was something wrong with her biological clock since she was getting used to open her eyes always one hour before the sun rises.

It was something good, because she couldn't sleep until noon anymore, but also annoying because she didn't feel that she was getting the right amount of sleep.

During the last weeks, Vick was working and worrying so much that she couldn't recover entirely no matter how much sleep she got.

It was a lot of troubles coming one after another, and the stress was raising, as well as her anxiety.

It was not just a bother emotionally, but physically as well. Vick's hair was starting to falling out; it wasn't too much, but some threads. Also, her shoulders were always stiff, her headache didn't stop for consecutive days and always reappeared after vanishing for some time.

Vick's secret