Aryan’s POV
The city of Irshya, the country of chaos. But, the root cause of this chaos was a group of nincompoops who were spreading terror all across the nation like pests infesting the crops. I was on my way to meet the president of Irshya, Mr. Khalib, who wanted the situation under control.
I could say, I am not someone who can easily be contacted or traced. But, that doesn’t mean I work for government either. I am just a freelancer who gets the tasks done. They could be as simple as delivering mail to as complicated as getting hold of the government.
On my way to the presidential office, I could see cars on flames, people dead, a whole lot of debris that was left by the protesters. I was alone driving the car, when I saw a man in black suit, probably the guard sent by Mr.President,
