I can't remember how old I was when it happened, but I remember what exactly happened.
They chased us as usual during the day, but once, at night... they took one of my friend off the streets and we had no clue what happened to them and assumed that she went to other streets and that she would come back soon. But one day, I went for a stroll around the back of the shops and I saw a dead body.
A dead body of my friend.
Blood stains all over her body, marks and and scars...
Of course, as I was a child beggar, what was I able to do at that moment?
But, I will never forget that moment, that day, that hour, that shop. And those disgusting people with such a dirty intentions. Ever since that day, I have never walked infront of that shop again, or have ever visited that cafe with old man Yesob. Thankfully, he never asked why.
*Knock* *Knock*
I'm back from daydreaming. "Yes, come in." the butler enters and hands me a letter.
A letter from the 'Stellar Academy'.