I don't have a name.
I was born in the slums where making it past age is 10 is a miracle. I'm an orphan with nowhere to go and no future ahead of me, day in and day out, i begged on the streets and stole for food.
It was a harsh life, devoid of happiness, when thefts go wrong you take a chance of death, but starving is a harsher chance.
At around age 17 the year 2016, a theft went wrong, i got cocky and tried to rob the same fruit stand twice in the same week, i paid the price dearly.
I managed to grab a few fruits, but then a sensation i wasn't familiar with struck me, quite literally. I looked back to see the stand owner, a friendly old man, standing right behind me.
In his hand was a knife, that very knife was halfway within my back.
I cough up blood as i feel my lungs start to fill with blood, i manage to stumble away, collapsing in an alleyway.
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This promise rings through my head as a bright light envelopes me, the last thing i see is an all white square room before my vision blacks out.
[Congrats on being summed to the tower!]