The Vexation Sector is warlike, dangerous, constantly angry. They don't get along much with others, and they will start fights whenever.
No one is allowed to feel any other emotions.
Caius is in the Idyllic Sector. Constantly happy and cheerful… but not. She wants something more with her life.
Casimir is of Vexation. He's special, enough said.
Faytum, here we are!
The work in the fields was constant, and sometimes the plants tore up Caius's hands. But she didn't complain, smiling and humming along.
"I love working," she said, a bright smile on her face.
That wasn't true, of course. But people in the Idyllic Sector were supposed to be happy, not truthful.
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Fighting was unrelenting, fists crashing into fists, bruising. I could hardly feel it.
I smashed my knuckles into the bag hanging from the ceiling, sweat dripping down the back of my neck and in between my shoulder blades, my black hair was wet and sticking to my forehead.
"Screw you" I shouted, my head going backwards as the bag hit my chin. I grimaced with the impact, the rough material scraping a layer of skin off. Blood dripped down my neck.
