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 soldier started to open his eyes slowly. his heart was pumping hard as if he was going to have a heart attack or something like that.

His thoughts were disconnected and random, and he kept like that for a long time, until he suddenly raised his trunk, passing his hands through his body to identify where he was hurt.

"H-Hurt? What does it mean?" He, then, remembered what happened a while ago. Every single moment he needed to live in his city.

He strived to find where the bullet had struck him, but he couldn't find any wounds. Even the burnt he had in his right arm was completely gone now.

"B-But, the terrorists, they…!" He looked around and saw himself laying on the ground of that same white room from before.

His mind was dizzy and confused, and for a while he needed to stay in deep thought, trying to sort out what was going on there.

Simulation