In the city of Accord, ever since the great discrimination prophecy that caused heavy damage to the broken city. Many speculate that it was because of those who hold abnormal abilities, physical features, or mental differences. But, the Seal of Accord, which included the device / mechanism.

It was a Accord inplant which made every citizen, regardless of "normal", "hero", or "an outlier/dangerous" is implanted with a neutral code at birth or upon registration. Which connects those to the state central judicial system.

The device always monitors thought patterns, biometric signals, and speech. Flagging anything that deviates from government approval.

Human Agent (the "heroes" in charge of the system) who act as the hands of the Orcale.

• Paralyze marked individuals
• Wipe digital records -Trigger partial or full seals on the spot To the public, they are celebrated as protesters of the city. To outliers, they are the executioners.

Outliers - Citizens who are seen as dangerous & out of control. They have either abnormal abilities, physical features, and/or psychological/mental difference. They are required to be detained and in control with the system, or execution will be an instant. If there are individuals without implants and aren't present in the city's radar, there will be a search of execution for those who defy the great city of Accord.

Magnus followed the routine that all individuals follow or just by memory. It was an early morning for him, but it was necessary as a human agent for Accord. It was a childhood dream for him to become a human agent. He wanted to be absolutely dedicated and passionate about protecting his city, especially as a high-ranking human agent of the Orcale Community-base.

Magnus grabbed his gadgets that were required in his workplace

He quickly grabbed a sandwich like usual and walked out of his home, the door shutting itself at an automatic lock-down, restricting any entry other than him. He wandered over to his respective routine route to his usual armored shuttles (transportation) only reserved for those in the Orcale community base.

Then, once Magnus entered the shuttle, the shuttle sent off, steady but paced movement similar to trains. He took bites of his sandwich to get it out of the way of his duties that awaited him once he would get to the base. He looked out the windows as buildings passed by, streets, tower - high buildings, and schools that many kids were arranged to go to every day. Magnus remembered that being such a hassle, but he wouldn't dare utter a word of complaint, out of fear or more. He always saw some of his classmates or his own friends get taken away by Judictators mid-lesson, but the teachers would just act like it's a normal occurrence. Which made him curious, but too much curiosity could lead to deadly repercussions.*

Eventually, the armored shuttle had stopped, and the doors opened with ease. Magnus threw away his wrapper near a trashcan beside him as he walked up the steps of his usual workplace base. Then, he was met to a glimmering light as the huge double-doors opened like a palace. The familiar faces of his mates and respective acquaintance pass by.

He wandered over to his captain's head office, Mr. OF.