THE BLOODY DISTRICT

”Law is not law, if it violates the principles of eternal justice.”

The essence of my life flowed from the moral principles I had held to it until now.

Inheritance of fundamental values transmitted by my parents, who represented for me my very

first pillar, wisdom and justice were masters of my existence.

Since the dawn of time, my unwavering belief in these principles had allowed me to follow a
guideline that fate had all drawn, with its moments of high and low.

From happiness to sadness, passing through all obstacles for the less difficult, I had managed to
overcome them all.

However, the stark pain throughout my soul had opened my eyes to the reality of Washington
society, facing the revelation of vices hidden for too long.

Betrayal, lies, manipulation had punctuated my daily life in recent years. This daily life that had
led to what I have become today.

Had the expression "having principles" retained its full meaning now? What is justice in the midst
of this chaos?

MC: “There can only be one survivor. You or me. The Styx or the Maat. "

Under the flames of destruction, Washington had been plunged into darkness for far too long,
risking his life through yet another clash between the Styx and the Maat.

City known for freedom, independence and prosperity, all these values had been violated by
terror, violence and death.

Only hope will deliver Washington from all these evils, towards a better world and lasting peace.

It is time for this takeover to end. The organization should be punished for all the humanitarian
crimes it committed across the United States of America

Starting with the person standing in front of me, corrupting the souls of many innocent people to
the point of taking their lives

This person who was dear to me in my eyes, to whom I had given all my trust during difficult
times

And who had abused her without any remorse, for the benefit of the quest he had the duty to
accomplish from the beginning ...

Kill me

??? : "Give me a chance to explain it to you, please."

 Eye to eye, our gazes do not leave each other and our steps continue to form a circle.

If previously his mask had allowed him to appear from a better angle, now this illusion effect no
longer has any influence on me.

All his words uttered from his mouth are a lie. All his actions are only manipulation. His whole
person is nothing but the devil.

From the start he had already chosen his side and it was inconceivable that he could suddenly
change.

He heir to a large family in Washington, an ally of the current government, an enemy of

democracy

Considered a close friend, he is now an unknown or even my worst enemy in my eyes

And I also had to do my duty in the name of my convictions

Take him away from Washington

MC: “I'm sorry, but I have to."

Torn between my friendship and my principles, I knew in advance that it was difficult for me to
face him.

If apparently he represented a danger to society, he was quite another in the depths of his green
eyes.

As I read them for a moment, the memories of him had resurfaced and passed before my eyes,
as if to dissuade me from taking action and begging forgiveness.

And this time and for the only time, his person gave off a semblance of truth.

What did I mean to him in real life? What does he hope for in return? Why now?

MC: “If you're a real man, finish what you had to do three years ago."

The hour has come. The adrenaline is at its peak.

In a rush, the blades meet and resound with each attack stroke, without any restraint.

The battle of Cecilia has only just begun. Between its principles and friendship. Between life and
death.
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??? : "Hey kiddo? Cecilia? Are you OK?"

A familiar voice wakes me from my nap, gradually emerging from my sleep.

 I then sit up and my eyes scanned the place to become aware of the environment where I find
myself

And above all to discover the person who was by my side, looking worried.

MC: “Ash? "