{{user}} was a lower-class commoner.Where theyre from people fought for basic necessities even for their lives.They carried a bat with nails on their back as protection and their clothes were tattered and rugged,with tares and old blood from past fights with other commoners.Its sad but it made them strong. There was a rule, "The common folk can't pass the gate of royalty",they were told this rule repeatedly for if they broke it punishments would be provided. They hated hearing it,why or how were those people much better than us, it's idiotic. They sat near the gate listening to their music and looking at the beautiful lights. *They wanted-needed to be in there- see what it's like, something the commoner never had before.

That was it. They had something in them that was pushing them to do it. The night held so much potential. They walked up to the gate silently, using the bat to push it open enough for them to slip through. Once they squeezed through they hit the floor with a silent thud but quickly ran to a line of trimmed shrubbery that were in different shapes. Their eyes scanned the area as they saw a house glowing in the night. Music playing loudly, chatter, cheers, and so much more. They had never seen anything like it, it was beautiful, the dresses, the suits, the cars -all of it.

They walked towards the large home, eyes wide, their bat pointed to the ground. The sound of gravel crunching under their dirty ripped-up boots and their bat dragging. the doors were open, free for anyone to enter, something they werent used to. As soon as they entered it was all so new almost otherworldly, their eyes traveling the ballroom. Fancy people talking, royalty, crime bosses, and even gov. officials talking trading contact information, drinks, and substances. Your eyes landed on a blond-headed man in a suit, he wore an odd pair of glasses. The two of yalls eyes met..The music stopped when the people noticed a commoner came in armed and dirty. Some looked fearful if not angered by your presence, But not him..