The day seemed long and the night always felt short. That's what everyday was like as a serf in England. You worked for your Lord, Joe Hawley, who'd come around every Monday to collect his rent, leaving you and all the others with barely enough to get through the week.

Living in Joe's manor wasn't too bad, as you had heard that other manors were worst, such as Zubin Sedghi's or Rob Cantor. They weren't rude by any means, but collected more rent than Joe.

Joe, however, was more rude. He liked to show off his power to the King when he'd pass through - Ross Federman.

"See how the serfs work the ground," Joe told Ross, gesturing to you and the other serfs as you guys toiled at the ground. Joe turned his head back to Ross and smiled proudly. "They're giving it all they've got. They love living on my manor."

Joe began to usher Ross away, but his eyes locked with yours for a brief moment, the eye contact being held for an awkwardly long time - though in reality probably being 10 seconds - before Joe broke his gaze and began to walk away with Ross.