Legally Illegal

Legally Illegal

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What if you see the headline: Evil is Legal? Every ill deed, once were disregarded by the government, is legal: theft, slander, kidnapping, harassment….name it. Such law changed the winding of the society, the order. It changed the people’s lifestyle, destroyed everything that is good and the world plunged into a world that is anarchic and chaotic. The Dark Century. Light no longer exists. No person ever dared to question the system. Everyone, since evil has now been implemented, is forced to abide the given law or nothing else would come for them in the future except for death. But one society can fall because of a person. You. Conscience grips every corner of your mind, body and soul. Every ill deed asks for recompense, seeks for a word that you cannot put a finger on. Justice. What has been missing in the system now is gone; every piece is lost, never even dared to be searched. But would you, a mere person, dare to find and bring down the legal yet illegal edicts? Let you be the puzzle player. Be the one who is legally illegal.
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I almost ended up in prison. One stupid decision-trying to sell drugs just to make ends meet-and I was caught. I remember my heart pounding, my hands shaking, thinking this is it. But then, out of nowhere, this stranger stepped in. Said a few things to the right people, pulled some strings... and just like that, I was free. Sort of. Turns out, he's a detective. Not just any detective-one with an agenda. He said he saw something in me. Maybe potential. Maybe desperation. Either way, he offered me a deal: I stay out of jail, but I owe him. Big time. Now I live in a fancy house that's not mine, taking care of someone I can't decide if I hate or pity. He's a grown man but acts like a spoiled child-rich, reckless, always testing my patience. My actual job? Keep an eye on him. Report back. Make sure he doesn't do something stupid. Or illegal. Or both. I traded bars for golden cages. But somehow, I think the real mess is only just beginning.

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