Drake was back to his old self. He was back to saving people in despair and having his underground fights again.
He was leading a normal life by his standards but at times he felt unrest. He could not decipher his recent dreams and they kept coming back time and again.
All he could figure out from the dreams were some dark alleys which seemed to fit in the southern parts of town.
He started scouring the alleys in the southern projects. They were some of the nastiest parts of town. They were packed with immigrants and criminality there was on a rampage. The police was not even bothering to patrol those areas.
The sweatshops in the southern projects were working day and night. The workers there were treated like slaves and were working practically for nothing. Just for the right of living, eating and sleeping in the city of lost promises; in the city of New Atlantica ...
And so they wept, as night went by, for all their dreams were lost. And life is not worth living anymore, when you lose your will to dream ...
He was leading a normal life by his standards but at times he felt unrest. He could not decipher his recent dreams and they kept coming back time and again.
All he could figure out from the dreams were some dark alleys which seemed to fit in the southern parts of town.
He started scouring the alleys in the southern projects. They were some of the nastiest parts of town. They were packed with immigrants and criminality there was on a rampage. The police was not even bothering to patrol those areas.
The sweatshops in the southern projects were working day and night. The workers there were treated like slaves and were working practically for nothing. Just for the right of living, eating and sleeping in the city of lost promises; in the city of New Atlantica ...
And so they wept, as night went by, for all their dreams were lost. And life is not worth living anymore, when you lose your will to dream ...
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