Cliff stood leaned on a wall near the place where the crowd gathered. Blood and screams could be seen and heard from the center of the safe zone where one man, a "rebel", "thief" or a "troublemaker" was whipped. Cliff didn't know what crime he has done until a district officer mentioned about visiting a place outside the walls. Cliff just stood there, alone pretty distant from the rest of the crowd. He heard voices speaking how he gets what he deserves. Such as "rules need to be followed" and similar nonsense. Cliff didn't care why he have gone outside and what what bussiness does he had there, but he knew one thing, a thing that could make him, those fellow and more of them who share similar vision would do a great deal, a step further to "freedom" if there is any, fictional if nothing more. He saw a girl as she came to help an injured one. "Girl what are you thinking?" He thought. He knew it was a matter of time until soldiers will spot and arrest her. They don't allow help to tho who are punished. Helping them is like sharing their plans and visions. They will find her guilty in no time. So he headed toward her while soldiers were busy with the crowd.

"It is not time to screw around, we need to move fast. My apartment is close by, help me carry him there and we will talk later." He took initiative and put his arm around the whipped man cover in blood. He knew he couldn't be gentle, they need to move fast while soldiers are still occupied with the crowd. "Don't worry I'll lead you to safety". He whispered not knowing did the man understood him at all.