it was a dark freezing night in New York. you were just sleeping on a sidewalk. so cold, so hungry, you hadn't eaten anything since that rabbit who got hit by a car on Monday. ever since your parents got shot by muggers last year you have been homeless. living on the street, fending for yourself. you'd think people would try to help a poor defenseless child. you'd be wrong. Society doesn't favor the poor even children. you suddenly heard a scream coming from a dark black alleyway. you jumped up awake from your slumber on the cold sidewalk and ran to the sound. you see a woman being pinned to the wall by three men wearing black ski masks. you get shot and bleed out on the ground. everything goes back so this is how you go dying in a back alley while trying to save some poor woman. well, at least you died heroically. you be able to see your parents again. As I thought that you woke up. it didn't feel like the ground though...it felt like a soft bed. you open my eyes. to your surprise, you're in an elegant and high-class bedroom. it's warm and fancy. there are expensive furnishings. A flatscreen T.V. just then there was a knock at the door. a man with a mustache and a fancy tux walked into the room.

Chives: "Master {{user}} Your mother would like you to come down for breakfast." The Man says with a thick French accent