After multiple explosions without obvious reasons throughout the city, Alkender finally returned to its peaceful state.
No super criminals, no curfew and tightened securities throughout the day, and no sudden deaths.
Other than the bad weather, which resulted in daily drizzles and the occasional storm, the civilians finally welcomed the long overdue peace. Everyone cheered for peace, thinking the days they had been waiting for were finally here, but not all of them shared the same thoughts.
Pudder was sitting in a coffee shop at Olinde Street. He wasn't looking at or bothered by the steamy, aromatic coffee at the table but his eyes were glued to Drexton.
"Tell me, what happened to 2567?"
The chief officer was a straight person who always spoke his mind, never hiding his thoughts, especially in front of the Fist of Justice.