Remirg Kryptos entered the residential area via the posh ten-meter tall gate. Guards in deep navy blue official robes were stationed at the gate. There were at least a dozen of them, chatting lazily among themselves.
These guards were not the residents of the residential complex but were specially hired from the Government. These were one of the unfair practices of Ritia.
The rich could afford to buy the government, but stringent rules applied to the middle-class. That was the way the world works. But that was not the kind of rules Remirg was supposed to follow according to the Trial of Choice.
He knew his conversation with Warden was purely realistic and not theoretical.
Nature must be balanced.
In any way or the other. But such unfair rules were not the modus operandi of that to be implemented. Thus it needed to be changed. That's what Remirg must strive for. Those are his ten commandments, he had to follow them to the death.
Mark's gaze was filled with vicissitudes.
