#Somewhere in Ayodale City
"Sister Kim, I am on my way. Tell me what to do." Lilly, wearing a full sleeve t-shirt with a light jacket and a pair of black jeans and running shoes, came out of her shabby looking basement apartment, located in a densely populated, poor residential area of the city. The buildings were old—very old. There had been a rumor in the air that a large construction company was aiming to redevelop this four square kilometer area. She often heard tenants being kicked out of their homes as the owner had sold their home to some shady people.
The owners were mostly forced to sign the form and take a meager amount of money against their will. Who would accept such a deal happily? Those people strong-armed the owners to sell their property at a devalued price. Lilly saw the bruised and battered faces of many of the homeowners. She felt bad. These homeowners losing their property meant people like Lilly losing their home and becoming homeless overnight.