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 people passing by the streets looked at the beautiful youth and the lad with the backpack once she shouted that phrase. The southerners were always suspicious about anything that happened around them. They needed to be, after all, it was the basis of the basic to survive on the slugs.

When someone was planning something, they could bet that it wasn't a good thing. People who lived there just thought of two things: survive the next day or consume drugs. The last one was for the people who were already mentally ill, the first one was a general rule for every citizen. That said, when someone was reasoning on something different from those two lines of thought, they could guess that a huge mess was being plotted.

The last "plan" that spread as people started to gossip was a war between factions that made the southerners pass for hellish times.

Drott