It's been a week since martial law was observed in Valos.
Drones covered the sky, soldiers patrolled the streets and space weapons were aimed outward for potential enemies.
Curfews were imposed. Only a small section of metanet was available to the public. All news channels had to go through the army's approval before being telecast.
Any individual that posted information that could bring about chaos would be arrested and detained.
All the essential items were delivered by the drones to each doorstep.
Billy looked at the rations in his hand and blinked in confusion. Closing the door, he stared at the deserted restaurant.
Compared to a week ago, it looked like a haunted house.
"Boss, did you commit a crime? Why are we locked?"
"Aye…I committed a crime of taking you in." The chubby boss walked out from the kitchen and took the rations from Billy.