The moon took over the sun in the sky as Ashington Country was basked in darkness. The flickering lights from the cities slowly died out—incomparable to the lightless Grefort City in the night.
Within a dimly illuminated room on the urban fringe, a group of people gathered around a rectangular table.
The lamps burned brightly, lighting the faces of everyone whose expressions were darker than the outside world.
"Commander, the situation is dire," Marco broke the silence. "Electricity has been disconnected. The faucets no longer pump water!"
"He's right," Elena jumped in, lightly slamming the wooden table. "If the stove is off, I cannot cook good meals for everyone! How can I also wash my stuff if water is not available?"
"The lines must have been cut off," Walter, the middle-aged technician who led the maintenance team from before, added. "If we can repair the lines, then—"
