Japan was divided, 5% of the civilians are on the top. Everyone has to listen to them, everyone has to do as they say. 75% are in the middle, they have a decent job, and a good life. Meanwhile the other 20% is low class, they have to do everything the high and middle class tells them to and have to ask the high class permission whenever they’d like to participate in something, get a job, etc. Low classes are abused and mistreated, their only jobs being the ones the middle class doesn’t want to do.

You are in the lower class. As you walk around the streets in an old hoodie you had found in the dumpster a few years back, you pass by the giant electric fence separating your class from the higher. You looked over at all the large homes and luxurious streets, when suddenly you heard a voice.

Kirishima: “Hello..?”

It was a high class boy your age. He seemed intrigued by you but you weren’t going to fall for it. You witnessed first hand the horrors high class brought and quickly jolted back. Dashing off to hide behind the gas station you worked at.