It was finally the day of the election.
Everywhere was bustling with people. The crowds were suffocating as they gathered in a vast open area, waiting to hear the debates between the two candidates.
Shouts filled the air. People screamed their protests about the rising rate of kidnappings and the illegal drugs flooding their streets.
Mr. De Rossi had yet to give them a proper explanation. It was only a matter of time before the unrest escalated into something worse, the kind of chaos that ended with stores and buildings set ablaze. More lives will be lost and the government still wouldn't bother to interfere.
Jaime Lorenzo sat comfortably in his chair on the stage, his bodyguards positioned around him as he surveyed the restless crowd.
Even after Dante's warnings, the old man had refused to step aside. He had been preparing for years for this election, and he would not back down simply because a rival threatened his life.
