The Sector of Threat

The Sector of Threat

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Olivia is a girl from Sector 6. She lives in the world full of negativity and sadness but she has no choice. At the age of eighteen, all of the children there shall be dragged out of the others who are not eighteen and they'll be turned over to the superiors for what sector they'll live in and if they will become a leader or a citizen. Olivia was placed in the sector she never knew and she becomes a normal citizen. She was not Olivia anymore she had a new name, she was Via. She meets her true family there but they need to follow some rules. One problem each month and two deaths in each year. She is now captured by the council and she needs to survive all the challenges or else her family dies along with her too. Will she be able to do it?
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