"This morning, Dawn City Mayor Christos's private jet arrived at Vitland Trelson Middle Airport and was warmly welcomed by our own Mayor Swain. It has been one hundred and thirteen years since the last visit of Dawn City's Mayor to Vitland."
"Today, the two city leaders from opposite ends of the Federation meet again."
In a gloomy and cramped little cabin, a young man in rough work clothes, bored from idly scrolling through videos, turned over in bed. With a spring, he leapt up and then bumped into the makeshift partition wall beside him.
He instinctively drew back his foot and bent down to check if the wall's paint was still intact.
After confirming there was no damage, he stood up and pushed open the wooden door of his room.
Right outside the wooden door was a narrow corridor. On one side of the corridor was a white painted wall, and on the other side, a series of small wooden doors lined up neatly, each one leading to a tiny room.
