Unity Fest in District Three. That one special day when everyone packs the dirty streets, concrete wall to ugly concrete wall, and forgets their troubles.
Only translators knows better. Tensions rise in festival times. Fights break out. Miscommunication abounds.
Things can go sideways fast.
As Analys roams the crowded streets, a word jumps out: DADDY stitched on a baseball cap in neon green.
Well, shit. "Daddy" spells big trouble. Analys goes for cover.
A hand reaches out and grabs ahold of their arm.
Will Analys wriggle their way out of a tight spot or is this gamve over?
