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

Rat was pointing to Casper's face with a gun. The soldier was kneeling on the ground, with both arms so weak that he couldn't lift them.

Mountains of corpses could be seen spread on the ground and various buildings burnt in the background behind the criminal.

Casper was wearing the black mask he got while in Halden. It was cracked just like Canute's mask once was.

"You shouldn't have had let me go away. You should have had stopped me. Vick's life wasn't as meaningful as all these other innocent lives, was it?" Rat spoke.

The White warrior couldn't see his face, nor his eyes. However, he could still feel the disgusted expression on them as they kept focused on him.

Casper tried to say something in exchange. Whatever the thing. However, he couldn't. No sound was coming out of his mouth as he looked to Rat and shouted at him. He was panicking, desperate, feeling impotent.

What happens next?