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 was expecting to have a pleasant conversation for longer before he could enter into a more serious subject, but since Amelia was the one bringing it up, he chose to talk about it already.

"Ok, then. I need to admit that I have another reason to come here, other than simply thank you and talk a bit about our misadventures of some weeks ago."

Amelia intertwined her fingers, looking intently at the White warrior as if she could read him completely.

"It's also the reason why you put me in the maximum power possible here, right?" She inquired, making Casper falter for a while.

'She sure is intelligent, huh? A very sharp woman…'

In truth, Amelia was, for the most part, just a tool for Casper.

The soldier didn't do anything moral with her. He used her angriness against the old director of the Third Lab and her will to change everything just to manipulate her and get influence over her.

Confessing