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2022
December has entered the vicinity of Berlint’s every nook and cranny, the streetlights and boutiques were full of festive decor, and Christmas songs were being played on the radio.
Christmas has started to wrap the city in colourful lights and festive songs, with group of children singing carols and adults busting their way to every mall just to find a perfect gift for a loved one.
It may be a joyful year for the majority to celebrate, but it is a different story for Damian Desmond, dressed in an all black attire while driving his car on the way to Westalis’ border.
Today was the day where he joined in remembering the life of a loved one, a fire that was forcefully extinguished, never given the chance to burn even brighter.
He still remembers everything that happened two years ago like an unforgettable movie that he wishes to erase to the back of his mind.
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19xx
Damian and his friends were staying over the Forger residence. They were doing a task for their thesis, with plans on interviewing Westalian college students and history professors as part of their study. Mr and Mrs Forger found them at the cafe and offered them to stay over their humble abode, of course it would be rude to refuse an offer from people you know, so Damian accepted the offer.
Ever since the newly elected presidents of the two countries took over after the war, not only did they open the border of Ostania and Westalis, they also teamed up to find the missing activists and bring them back to the loving arms of their loved ones. Even though the search has begun recently, Loid started the search for his daughter a year ago with the help of a special friend.
The sound of the kettle boiling and the noisy clicking of the typewriter fills the whole room until the sound of the doorbell rang and caught the attention of the people.
”I’ll go get it.” Loid stood up, heading towards the wooden oak door of the apartment. A lady with past shoulder length red hair greets their eyes, with Loid’s widened eyes and a glimmer of hope in Yor’s crimson orbs.
”Handl- Ma’am Sylvia! What seems to bring you here?” Loid spoke to the red haired lady named Sylvia.
Damian could still remember how the lady looked at Mr. Forger, dead in the eye with no intentions of joking around.
”It’s about Anya, and your wife’s brother; Yuri Briar.”