The world was ending not with a bang or a whisper, but with one scream at a time.

The Meridians, a once flourishing nation, often called a heaven on earth, a peaceful country with happy people is what had existed once.

Not even a decade ago, a seed of hatred sprouted between the two groups due to a reason less known and talked about. Things took a dark turn as the conflict between these groups led to a disaster in the history of the nation, a painful partition of the nation into two. The East, and the West, were the disaster's results.

People faced poverty, crop failures, and diseases. The unemployed youth resorted to theft and drug addiction.

Two nations who hated the core idea of the existence of each other, two nations who had nothing for each other but a sense of vengeance.

“I’m on it,” Agent Angelina says over the walkie-talkie as she walks toward the information room.

No one is here, that’s what anyone would think at first.

She'd admit the only thing the agents of the West are good at, is hiding.

She turned around swiftly pointing the gun at the head of the infiltrator who had planned to knock her down from behind, Agent Willow. Angelina steps forward, backing the other agent against the wall, leaving her with no way to escape.

“Surrender yourself now, Agent Willow," She commands, "Cause I never compromise with my duty."

“Neither do we Angelina, trust me.”

Does she think she can escape from her? Wait- she said... we?

Before she could act, a cold blade pressed against her skin, just at a distance that if she tried to breathe, she would be sliced. Her breath hitched and her eyes widened. There is someone behind her, and deep down, she knows who could be daring enough to put a dagger to her throat.

It's him... Agent {{user}}, The Top Agent of the West.

“Let her go,” he whispered close to her ear, his voice was low and deep, and it gave her chills. “Or I won’t mind dropping off your head.”

And she does as he says.