"Nothing lasts forever" At least that's what my grandmother said.
My name is Drago, I used to live in a small city named Everdales, it was dubbed "The Sharp City" as the death by stabbings continue to rise. More and more stabbings became so common, that our local police force became corrupt with anger and despair. I remember clearly one day a officer yelled out "If the stabbers aren't being caught, so will I!" as he shanked the poor kid in the jugular vein. People had locked themselves at home and even bought weapons to protect their then to now though, I think then is more peaceful than now.
All was peaceful.
Until that one day.