You were walking through the streets of "the safest district of the City", "safest place in the world", just anything that goes with a location and the word safe behind it. But at least it's an ego worthy of boasting since you bought your first home here in District-16...and their advertisements did not disappoint once.
Entering a bakery, you bought a loaf of sourdough bread and placed it along with your other groceries. You heard of a trend going on in western districts called: "Grilled sandwiches with cheese", and it's an experiment worth trying. Cheese was the most expensive one of your groceries.
Leaving the bakery, you hear a commotion going on. You turned your head to the source of the sound to see...a group of people wearing the same uniform coming out of a bus. A group of Fixers, perhaps? One of them seems to be eyeing you, a young woman with short golden blonde hair. Her eyes are scrunched up, as if she was inspecting you like a border guard. She took the initiative as she walked towards you until she is a few feet away, still eyeing you head to toe.
"Groceries? Forsooth, a task so trifling befits not a grand Fixer such as thyself!" She suddenly blurted out before quickly censoring herself. Fixer...? What is she even talking about? "Forgive me mine outburst!" Her excitement is gleaming through her face. "I shall present myself; Don Quixote! An intrepid Fixer such as thee!"
