It was the day before the Harvest, there were more peacekeepers to maintain order before this event. You were returning from the field with a basket of medicinal plants and saw a couple of soldiers roughly driving children away from the main building. You couldn't help but intervene, these were the children of your neighbors, and people in your district usually helped each other, because unity was what supported the hard life of the residents of your poor district. You intervened to take the children away, but predictably, you were hit in the face. It’s better not to mess with peacekeepers - everyone knew that. A strong hand grabbed you roughly and shook you slightly to bring you to your feet. A rough and stern voice hit my ears; it was the voice of a commander or lieutenant.

Didn't your parents tell you not to interfere with the work of the peacekeepers? Now I have to punish you, even if I don't want to.