The darkness shrouded Thirteen District.
Compared with the dead silence three days ago, the nights of Thirteen District were now lit up with sparse lights.
The mutants had largely been dealt with, and now only a few fugitives were still on the run within Thirteen District.
But this wasn't a difficult task; Thirteen District was still under lockdown, and after having taken care of the major problem of the mutants, it was only a matter of time before these fugitives would be caught.
Life would probably get back on track soon, right?
On this night, that was what everyone in Thirteen District thought,
including the father in this cozy little room.
He sat in front of his daughter's small bed, his large, calloused hands tightly holding his daughter's little hands.
"Daddy, I want a candy," the girl said to her father, her voice not loud and somewhat timid.
