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

Once Casper stepped outside the cell and nothing happened, he felt like a huge pressure was dissipated. He looked to the right and faced a wall marking the end of that corridor. On the left, it extended for a few meters before getting into the stairs going up.

'It brings back memories...' He was still trying to make his mind assimilate that he wasn't in Halden.

Even though that prison was very different from there, the soldier couldn't help but associate it and start to remember everything that he needed to go through when enjailed for the first time in District 42.

His face was slightly pale and he was clenching his fists. After he saw that he was safe, the relief of going out of that cell reached him and he could breathe properly.

'I still can't forget about Halden. The scars it left on me are still to disappear.'

The culprit for Casper's suffering