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

After hearing Wayland's explanation, Casper couldn't feel anything like anger. However, a bitter taste spread through his mouth as he wondered about that situation.

'This guy didn't have the intention to bring me here at all. He was just trying to do what he thought that was right for this District. He wanted to avoid that they destroyed themselves because of this war. It's still irresponsible to him to do such a thing, knowing that a human being would have been brought here and forced to leave his past life behind. He had no other choice, though.

'Anyway, something that I can't understand at all is his will to help everyone. Does he like this district that much? If so, why is he making these masks, aware that they will take the freedom of his own folk? It doesn't make too much sense to me...'

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