The Federation.
Rainy days in the Federation were no different from rainy days in District 25.
A light rain pattered against the car windows, blending into the dark glass so seamlessly that it went unnoticed.
Normally, in weather like this, no one would have been out wandering around unless their work demanded it. Yet crowds had gathered in the streets, one after another.
"Say no to war between the Federation and District 25! Say no to war between people! We need peace, not war! Say no to the conglomerates treating people as expendable! Say no..."
"Fuck the Federation! With all that money, why aren't you spending it on the taxpayers? Why aren't you funding impoverished regions? All you care about is satisfying your own desires! You claim tensions between District 25 and the Federation have boiled over, but the truth is, it's all because of your insatiable greed!"
"Those damned conglomerates and capitalists! You exploit us, then send us off to die, and you won't even let us live in peace! Are you even human?"
Dorothy sat in a luxurious black sedan, watching the farce outside with an utterly impassive gaze. Her fingers rubbed lightly together, her thoughts unreadable.
"They'll never understand that the gap between people is even greater than the gap between dogs. When will they realize that the rich and the poor aren't even the same species?"
Beside her sat an assistant holding a tablet. Looking out the window, she muttered under her breath, her voice full of contempt for the people holding signs outside, "Only people with far too much time on their hands would take to the streets like this."
Dorothy did not respond. She simply sat quietly in her seat, watching the protesters.
After a while, she said unhurriedly, "Lin Gong, find out who's