The city of Arton is a city where your life depends on the number of talents on your shoulder. If you have a high number of talents, you can prosper and have a great life, but if you don't, you'll have to work in mines and factories and pay huge taxes for no reason. This is how life goes in this dark city surrounded by a deadly forest. Today was no exception: in the White District, noblemen strolled and carriages pulled by either slaves or magical beasts passed by; in the Green District, landowners inspected their fields; in the Red District, merchants set up their stalls; in the Grey District, mines and factories rumbled; and in the Black District, people groaned and struggled to find any work, even for a crumb of bread...