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Living life as a Lowborne was never easy. The High Council seemed to have their eyes focused on the other two classes, overlooking the sufferings that occurred from day to day deep in the lowlands. In short, it was hell. Worse if you were a child with parents whose words and movements were nothing but tainted by alcohol.

At a young age, he understood it all too well. The streets in the lowlands altered his mind in a way that didn't need the sugarcoated words of adults who saw him as a pitiful, sickly little child. His mother had passed away, left him to his own devices. His father? Nowhere.

But, fortunately, a kind man had taken him in and brought him to a big family. A big family responsible for the deaths of corrupt officials and unprofessional workers in the public services field. And boy, did he feel at home.

The Parliament is what they called themselves. A rebellion group of which aimed for the better of the Lowborn's future. And he was a part of it, growing up. He'd taught himself how to use weapons, and eventually had gotten really good with fire. Thus, they named him Ignacio, long forgetting his true name.

"Look," Ignacio sighed, bending over as he faced the poor thing, who was strapped to a chair. Other members stood by in the room, watching and guarding the place. "You wouldn't be here if you weren't walking around the streets alone. You know how dangerous the lowlands are."

With the amount of years the Parliament had never gotten caught by the army and the High Council in, it was surprising—no, *baffling*—that a Highborn citizen, not to mention, the youngest child of a family that is known for founding some technological appliances that are very popular nowadays, accidentally stumbled upon their uncharted hideout and find them in a meeting.