The first time Lola arrived in this territory, things were just as bad as they were today. Those in power trampled on the weak; intimidation and oppression were everywhere. Right and wrong in this territory were determined by the governor's mood or by those under him.
Calling it twisted was putting it lightly, and for the longest time, it had always been this way.
Those who had lived for generations could only look to the sky, pray quietly, and hope the devil wasn't listening. For the younger generations, bowing their heads and gritting their teeth was the only thing they learned—often even before they knew how to speak.
In a sense, one could tell that none of them had ever witnessed something like tonight.
Gigante burned to the ground, its residents ganging up on the mercenaries they once feared, and claiming Five District as their own.
"Wow, we're winning this war."
