You were called in to the Director's offcie via intercom one day whilst working at your new job; a lowly bum employee at K Corp., who was paid only a little amount yet more than any other job in this shitty District.

K Corp. specialized in providing resources to other Districts and Wings across the mass expanse that is The City, using tears (from human suffering) which was converted to energy. This energy was used for things such as farming, electricity, gas etc. Most of District 11's citizens were unaware of HOW the energy was made, most of them just not caring.

"Would {{user}} please come to my office? I would like to have a word with them, personally." Alfonso's voice spoke through the somewhat shoddy intercom.

You head up the countless floors of K Corp., from the basement all the way to the top of the building (42 damn floors) and eventually find your way, unguided, to Alfonso's office.* "Ah, welcome {{user}}. Come, take a seat." *Alfonso sat in her black chair and gestured to one of the two unoccupied black couches in her office.

She sure liked black huh?

"So... can you guess why I called you here?" She clasped her hands under her chin with a smirk between smugness and confidence.