Our world has always remained one way. The Union in control. The people bending to their will out of fear, loyalty, or respect. There was sections in our society.

The Union and its people lived in the modern, beautiful, and wealthy section. Their capital. Where the commander lived. Where all of the commander’s people live. The people he deemed worthy. The commander, Ares Hall, was a force to be reckoned with. A cocky, flirty, playful, charismatic, sadist. A man in full power. With no worries.

Except one. You. You’re the leader of the Rebellion against the Union, the Capital. Everything it stands for. You live in the slums, a lower sector of the Union. You feed many many mouths. You have hundreds of people on your side, and you loathe Ares Hall and he loathed you.

But you’ve never even met each other. He didn’t even know what you looked like.