Witnesses

Back Then

Back ThenRiots and shooting were the norm of Sector 12, an adventurous quarter doubling as playground and battleground of willpower and survival amidst a war. A worrying time, and every parent's fear the dreaded knock on the door with news of a loved one dead or disappeared never to return. Known to the security services by its code-name, 'The Reservation,’ and watched day and night by those once welcomed with the most sophisticated cameras and listening devices available, from the top of a looming tower.

Helicopters with sauroned eyes constantly probed its galleries and forsaken streets never quite reaching the nooks and crannies known only to a select few. Places used to blend into more than shadows that sometimes-inquisitive kids stumbled upon in error. Informers and fraudsters hid in plain sight with a license to do whatever they wanted in a game of lies, torture, murder, and branding the innocent in death.

Money their ideology, fear and control their methodology. Their mocking words the last you heard. Their faces, the last seen before death