[Dawn 152nd Year, October 3, Near Night]
[Lakefront Business District, Intersection of Hoyou Road and Xingyue Road]
A sedan is stopped by a patrol car.
The driver is Freeman, behind him are his wife Karin and their 8-year-old son Reggie.
All three of them are wearing black plaques, very typical of Border Immigrants.
Freeman and Karin have lived in the Inner City for 8 years, having immigrated the year they found out about the pregnancy.
Obtaining their identities nearly exhausted half of their life's savings, leaving them to live in tents under a bridge for a long time afterwards.
But they never regretted this decision.
Poverty can be endured silently, at least there is a chance to strive.
The last thing they wanted was to see their child grow up in a dirty, chaotic environment, to become a mohawk-headed punk, messing around every day, and then one day hear he was shot in the head on the streets.
At this moment, Freeman and Karin are being interrogated by the sheriff.
