Two years has passed since God's will and the world that the millions of people went to hasn't much changed since their arrival. Some people forgotten God's will and decided they prefer to live in the world instead. Some people took suicide because this world was too much or they had a terrible class that didn't match their desires.
For other people they either promoted themselves to completing their purpose, or they completely given up completing their purpose and come up with their own selves purposes instead. Either way it's all the same.
Within a town of Somerset, there many markets along with many people. Although the town wasn't large-like as a city, Somerset was comfortable town to be in. The town folks who lived in Somerset were kind and friendly, the concrete tiles streets were mostly clean and there are very rare sight of any crimes with this town.
"THEFT!" cried out a elderly woman, while shadow shifted away with basket in hand.
Very rare... expect for one person.
The shadow shifted through the crowd within the market place, until they were caught by a tall man in armor.
"Of course it's you again," the armored man scoffs in disgust.
The shadow figure seemly faded away to reveal a young man wearing a dark purple hoodies with pink unicorn stitched to it's back. The young man turned his gaze as he glared at the Officer with glowing green eyes.
"Don't look at me like that, Zack. It isn't my fault you have no stealth skills," the officer spoke with a low tone of voice.
"I wouldn't be doing this if a certain someone actually gave me some food once in while, right Chief?" Zack mocked as grinned to himself.
"Shut up your ranting! You know well that this all your fault! You damn criminal!" the officer growled as he began to dragged Zack out of the crowd.
"Wait!" called out woman's voice.
"What is it?" officer reposed to a short woman who wore a yellow dress along with a matching yellow hat that cover her head and face.
"May I ask what did this poor boy do to be dragged around so harshly?" the spoke with a gentle voice.
"Boy?" Zack tried to glare at woman before his head was forced down by the officer.
"Sorry madam. However, this BOY has been repeatedly doing crimes recently. I have to treat him this way, so that he can learn to not do it again," officer said with kind smile on his face, while his hand is forcefully pushing Zack's head down.
"Oh dear~" the woman spoke in slight shock.
Zack's veins began to pop on his forehead, as he clenched his fist tightly. On the corner of his eyes he could see the woman's hand stealthy took a ring of keys without notice by the officer. Zack wanted to have a glance of the woman's face, but was forbidden to by the hand upon his head.
When the woman walked away, Zack was being pulled by the hair from officer. The officer dragged Zack to a building with a sign saying Sheriff's office on it. He stomped inside as he threw Zack inside a rusty jail cell.
"Where are my keys?" the officer said as he search his pockets.
"Did you drop them somewhere?" Zack smirked, pretending to not know what happened to the officer's keys.
"There's no way you could've stole them," the officer said with confidence.
The officer then started to cover Zack's jail cell door with planks of sturdy wood.
"Wood? Do I really seem that weak to you?" Zack said with a plain expression.
"Shut up and stay put! You damn criminal!" the officer roared as he pulled Zack by the hair and slammed his head against the rusty jail bars.