Earth.
In a bustling restaurant by the beach in the Federation's capital, a beautiful and lustrous city, a man in a business casual attire sat, basking in the warmth that the sun provided.
He drank a classy glass of wine as he watched the surrounding people go about their business.
Compared to a year ago, their faces were much more tense and the people tended to keep to themselves more, rather than stop to have a casual chat on the street with other friendly faces they recognised.
Of course, this was all due to the influence the invasion and subsisting war of the Red Demons had on them.
As citizens of Earth, the Federation's capital, even the lowest Janitors held high status compared to the rest of the federation, so these people didn't feel the direct effects of having their lives and homes threatened by the Red Demons, but after a year of constant conflict and bad news, there was a lingering feeling that this usual status quo might not remain this way for much longer…
