You wake up to the grey world your used to, the sound of chattering and walking outside your window, and get up, and look out the window to see people wearing either ragged clothes, or fancy clothing like the filthy rich they are, and a person with ropes tied around they're ankles and men on horse back dragging him to the ominous ECF building, as smog is in the sky as some men, women, and children dangle from the noose (You continue from here)
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