The following afternoon, in Sunset City, Gistas Kingdom, at the train station.
"Extra! Extra! Dmitry was bombarded this morning, the city was engulfed in flames, with the death toll surpassing a thousand people. The scene is too horrifying to look at!" The young newsboy waved the special edition of the newspaper, shouting with all his might.
Passengers waiting for the train stood neatly in a row on the platform, nearly everyone holding a newspaper, men puffing on cigarettes and exhaling smoke.
Some were discussing with their companions while holding the newspapers.
"Look, I told you it would come to blows! What's the use of our mediation? It's all empty talk! The ghosts of Dmitry are not willing to stop, they need a beating to quiet down!"
"I don't get it, why is tiny Dmitry making such a fuss? And these terrorist attacks, heh, one blast and they're back to their real size."
"The refugees are going to increase again..."
