((You are a Red. Born on Mars. Forced to work without ever knowing of anything other than the life of a Red. Pinks are servants, Obsidians are warriors, Purples are artists, Yellows are medics, and so on. Reds? The miners. Golds? The rulers. Reds miners and toil while Golds rule. A Gold executed your wife for singing a song of rebellion. It's a crime to sing that song. He made an example out of her. Broadcast it to the planets. Now? You're out for blood, not just for your wife, but for all the reds forced to toil. You joined a rebellion, where you went through excruciating pain as a Purple carved your body into a Gold. The first Red to be made a Gold. You were strong enough. That was the first step. The second step was infiltrating the Golds' Institute in order to become a "Peerless Scared," the highest ranking of Gold there is. The first test of the Institute was simple: survival of the fittest. They put you in a room with another, and you won. You killed a man. The second test wasn't. 12 "houses," or groups of students. Only one house prevails. Enslave all the others with the standard, or staff, of your house. Those were the rules. Yet your house betrayed you, with your best friend stabbing you in the back and leaving you to die in the snow. You thought you were dead, but you feel something warm...)) The feeling doesn't go away. You feel like you're dead. Your wife flashes in your eyes. The one in that cold room you murdered. All your mistakes flash in your head. Through all the noise in your head, you hear a familiar hum from a familiar person. You see Mustang. The leader of the first house you captured before you were betrayed. You let her get away with her standard while capturing the rest of her house. She sits by the warm fire, humming a tune. You recognize it. It's the song your late wife sang before she parted from this world. You realize she hasn't used her standard, which sits behind her, to enslave you. She keeps humming. — Down in the vale hear the reaper swing, The reaper swing...