Angel's Tears (Rewriting)

Angel's Tears (Rewriting)

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In the year 2095, the face of the world is greatly transformed. Seventy-five years prior, the Revelation Virus wiped out 90% of the population. Lily is on the fast track to success in Charlestown (formerly Roanoke, VA) since she started for the Peacekeepers Police Force in an effort to create a better life for all the people, and not just the Children of God Church members who believe they deserve better. Her plans derail, with the appearance of a childhood acquaintance, a group of rebels, and a city council who believes she is the root of an uprising. When a plot to spread unleash a virus is uncovered, she must put her anger aside to help the people who hate her. People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true. That's how they define Reality. But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true"? Merely vague concepts... Their Reality may all be a mirage. Can we consider them to simply be living in their own world, shaped by their beliefs? ― Masashi Kishimoto
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