Raindrops echoed amidst the tranquil atmosphere of the quiet town of Bridgestone. Every street corner is filled with silence but not deserted.

Here, in the shabbiest part of Bridgestone City, the Underground, you can see people sitting in small alleys. Homeless people, beggars, and drunks have taken over every unkempt area. 

Naturally, these sights have been recorded as part of one of the identities of the city of Bridgestone itself. An identity that Overground residents consider a disgrace to the town of Bridgestone. 

You guessed it, like most things in this world, the city of Bridgestone also has two sides of the coin. 

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Heads and tails. 

Overground and Underground. 

A sector that separates the nobles from the homeless.

The two sectors have a not-so-good relationship, but not too wrong either. You will rarely find Underground residents visiting the Overground, and vice versa. Underground residents are strictly forbidden to enter the Underground area without urgent national importance, and vice versa; Overground residents are also not allowed (and unwilling) to enter the Underground area.

There is only one time when both populations can be united in the hustle and bustle in the centre of the city palace, during the inauguration of Bridgestone's new governor, which is held every four years, more precisely on February 29th.

Therefore, when Gaston, a newspaper boy in the Underground, found a girl in very fancy clothes lying unconscious in the corner of a dead-end alley near his house, he was shocked.

"How can there be an Overground resident here?!"