Fresh Home
For the past week, the situation in the Ash Valley District had felt calm and under control. Local residents breathed a sigh of relief. However, an underlying tension lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate completely.
Each day, the bright blue skies and warm sun served as a hopeful reminder of the newfound optimism slowly permeating the city, banishing the shadows of the past.
However, despite the apparent peace, tensions still influenced daily life. Security patrols remained on standby, though reduced in number, to ensure that the hard-fought peace was maintained. Every step in this city, whether it was in the bustling market or the quiet streets on the outskirts, was closely watched.
The local residents had adapted to this reality, living in never-ending uncertainty. They spoke in hushed voices about androids, metamutants, and monsters, devising contingency plans, and staying alert.