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 small and dirty house settled in somewhere inside District 42 fell into silence after the end of that story.

Casper was still sitting on top of the bed, he didn't move an inch since the old man started to tell him about it. His eyes were distant as he imagined how all that drama unfolded.

He still had a lot of questions, but that alone already helped him to know about the Frelsis' nature. They, indeed, weren't as bad as people said. They weren't terrorists at all. Unfortunately, one could say that they were criminals before the rules of District 42, but their anarchism was justified by their real intentions.

'In the end, probably most of the Frelsis are just a lot of people who needed to forcefully know how misery tastes since the day they were born. It's not their fault that they rebelled at all. Even if their actions nowadays can be more chaotic and harmful for others, it is still the consequence of the terrible system that operates in District 42.'

Those who died for freedom