At the center of the round table in the main conference hall of the He Fang Island Governor's Mansion, Margaret listened intently to her subordinate's report, her scar-divided face etched with exhaustion and fatigue.
She wasn't the only one; the other administrators of He Fang present looked the same.
Managing a group of humans at the end of the world was no easy task. In the growing despair of the encroaching seawater, they were separated from lawless mobs by only a thin line. If handled improperly, they could easily cross that line. Worse, there were always malicious people tempting them to do so.
"The resettlement of the Dock District islanders was completed yesterday. The Navy is now stationed on every street and has fully taken over security operations. For the time being, all laws will be enforced under martial law..."
