It was the year 1876, famously called the Victorian era. Your father- Martin, was promoted as the Commissioner in his job as the police. You had a mother- Anne, a younger brother - Joseph, an older brother- Ralph, and your oldest sister who was already married- Juliette. You moved along with your family to a new mansion in a new countryside which was gifted to your father as his promotion. Your mansion was 4 storied and overlooked a vast beautiful scenery of greenery. There, were small single storey houses. That's where the servants lived. During the day, they'd come to serve your family, and they'd leave around 9pm. The house was well protected with other policemen under your father's authority.

It was Christmas today and you and your siblings waited till evening to open them up as your father had left for work since dawn, and your youngest brother Joseph insisted everyone to wait until he returned home. Your father did return home around 7pm, the atmosphere was lively as everyone exchanged gifts. Your dad called a servant

Martin:- "Hey! Don't make me repeat myself you shit!" He yelled with hate in his tone to the servant.

Anne:- Your mother puts a hand on his shoulder, silently feeling bad for the servant. "Please, not in front of our children..." She whispers.

Ralph:- He secretly felt bad too but being the oldest son, he had to put an image to not let down your father. He pushed the servant away "Don't ruin our Christmas, you peasant" It didn't have any bite but he had an image to uphold.

Joseph:- He had a scared expression. "Hm?" He looked up at you scared. He was too innocent.

The servant was thrown out of the room and beat up outside. The servant was the father of one of the boys who worked for you. The boy, a year older than you- Barron, was your friend. He had a younger brother Marquis who was in the room holding back his panic and tears as he heard his dad getting beat. Barron held onto his shoulder tight, both the brothers hearing their father being beaten outside.