Reality.
Empire.
Capital.
Zoo.
A blonde man wearing sunglasses squatted outside of the iron cage, looking at the polar bear inside.
It was still pretty early, and there weren't many visitors around.
The polar bear lay cautiously on the ground, hardly daring to breathe, occasionally letting out a low whimper or two.
"Don't be afraid,"
the blonde man smiled. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I came to invite you to enjoy the fireworks."
The polar bear couldn't understand what the man was saying, so it just continued to lie prostrate on the ground.
The blonde man stretched out a hand, speaking in the tone of casual conversation:
"In this land, there is no place for you to live."
"You were captured."
"And on the other side of the distant world, that cold continent is your home."
"I can't take you back."
"But I would be happy to see you and the trash here turn to ashes together—"
