Note: Only the first chapter is in first person view

......

The World is built on the blood of the weak and poor.The weak work hard in order to gain wealth and power but in the end, they always end up being used instead, then dumped onto the seemingly never ending pile of bodies. Those in power only care about themselves only. Only a selected few care about their families, the rest see their families as pawns and tools to acquire more power and wealth and it has been this way for generations,even in this modern society.

My adoptive parents were no different from those aristocrats. They only saw me as a mean to make more money by using my talents. You see I have a special ability, I can see ghosts and spirits of the dead. My parents decided to utilize that and they made a lot of money. It was all going smoothly until the day of my 11th birthday, On their way back from a trip abroad, my parents died in a plane crash.Our family maid hugged me and caressed me, while telling me everything will be okay but I felt nothing about my parents' death. I felt.. empty and hollow, deprived of emotions, All those years of listening to and seeing ghosts over and over and over again made me grow resistant, I guess it was my mind's way of keeping me sane. Less than a month later,my father's business partners and family shared all the properties they left behind and threw me on the streets, it appeared that my father didn't inform them of my ability otherwise, they would have also used me. I wondered the streets for days, deprived of food and water I grew lean and looked unkept. To survive, I stole from food vendors and on one of my attempts, I got caught and got the crap beaten out of me. Eventually, A gang leader saved me and took me in, he said he'd send me to school only if I swore allegiance to him but I knew he only wanted to do so because he wanted to use me as an intermediary to sell drugs to student, Still I agreed and he gave me a place to stay, From once the Son of an Aristocrat, Now the adopted son of a mafia boss and drug dealer.

5 years later, now in highschool with friends, I spend my days in school learning and secretly selling drugs to student and nights delivering packages to the clients of my adopted father.

Oh I never told you my name.. I'm Lee Minho, it's a pleasure to meet you .