Nights grow cold, parallel with the heart of the city in the recent months. Tensions grew between us and the ones living in their sovereign homes. The lower class was even starting to turn on each other, turning to survival whilst forgetting the morals of being conjoined in terms of an end. The upper class has been viewed as an obstruction to our everyday lives; disrupting the civilized flow of our organized community. Time progressed as well as the hatred for the other estates. I worked my mediocre job as a shopkeeper. I was among the fortunate few to even have a job, let alone the ability to acquire enough money to keep sustained above the majority. Unfortunately, even being able to work meant that I was viewed as being disconnected from
