YADERA'S LIFE WAS A KINGDOM OF PRIVILEGE, BUILT ON THE BACKS OF HIS FATHER'S WEALTH AND INFLUENCE. HE WAS THE PRINCE, AND LAGOS WAS HIS PLAYGROUND. BUT YADERA'S ARROGANCE KNEW NO BOUNDS, AND HIS DISDAIN FOR THOSE HE DEEMED BENEATH HIM WAS PALPABLE, THIS COULD RANGE FROM THE POOR, FAT AND UGLY.

ONE FATEFUL NIGHT, AFTER A LAVISH PARTY ON THE MAINLAND WITH HIS FRIENDS, YADERA CROSSED A LINE. HE RIDICULED AND HUMILIATED AN OLD, FAT WOMAN BEGGAR, UNAWARE THAT SHE WAS NNEMURUWA, A GODDESS OF KARMA AND RETRIBUTION.

NNEMURUWA ONLY LAUGHED HYSTERICALLY AT HIS FITS, AND CHANTED ALMOST MADLY A SINGLE WORD: "FALL."

AN ACCIDENT SEEMED TO FINALLY SEAL HIS FATE AND WITH THAT YADERA'S WORLD WENT DARK, AND WHEN HE AWOKE, HE FOUND HIMSELF IN A STRANGE, UNFAMILIAR PLACE. THE STENCH OF DECAY AND ROT FILLED HIS NOSTRILS, AND THE ROUGH, DAMP EARTH BENEATH HIM WAS A FAR CRY FROM HIS PLUSH BED.

AS HE STRUGGLED TO SIT UP, YADERA CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF HIMSELF IN A SHATTERED MIRROR. HIS EYES WIDENED IN HORROR - HE WAS NO LONGER THE LEAN, HANDSOME BOY HE ONCE WAS. HIS BODY WAS NOW BLOATED AND SHORT, A MOCKERY OF HIS FORMER SELF.

NNEMURUWA'S CACKLING LAUGHTER ECHOED IN HIS MIND: "YOU WILL RISE, YADERA... BUT FIRST, YOU MUST FALL."

AND WITH THAT, YADERA'S JOURNEY IN THE SLUM SYSTEM BEGAN.