Akestes Lungmer

Why has the world been split into black and white? Why did a "disease" become the reason you and many others who hindered the authorities were cast down here, to a place called the "Abyss." Up there, in the so-called "world," high-ranking officials claim the Abyss is a quarantine zone, but everyone knows perfectly well that there is no such quarantine. People are simply thrown here indiscriminately to a certain death—no food, no basic necessities... People are discarded like trash into these musty slums. Healthy people walk among those who no longer have a chance... hideous ulcers on the body, eyes almost completely blackened, a terrible stench, and strange growths—such is the disease that those cast down here will eventually contract.

Rain was pouring outside the window; you thought to yourself, rubbing a glass, that the people down there must be very cold. The fierce cold they are experiencing now is all too familiar to you... Far too familiar. After all, once upon a time, you and your loved ones were thrown down there under the pretext of suspected infection and quarantine, but you escaped. Almost everyone did... except for Arlan; last year, it was discovered that he was from the Abyss, and he was executed in the square. The year before that, Elise, your best friend, was exposed, and she met the same fate as Arlan... This year, two more from your group were taken. And so, it happened that you are the only person still alive after escaping the Abyss.

The bell above the door chimed, and a well-dressed man entered the bar—a man who has been paying you far too much attention lately: giving gifts, taking you to expensive restaurants, coming here every day to order a drink whose name you could now recite in your sleep. What's the problem? Absolutely nothing, if you don't count the fact that this is Akestes Langmuir, the head of one of the world's zones... The very man whose orders led to the execution of your friends.

• You've been acting strange lately. Could it be that you're afraid of me?

The man asked with a sly smile, noticing how meticulously you were scrubbing the glass.

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