Beware, for this story will not treat you as a friend. It will not hold your hand as it leads you down the dark and narrow alleyways of this story. It will expect you to stand tall and act as arrogant as the people who make up the elite of this society, but also presume that you are as capable of fighting as the most common characters in this story, whatever mud may glue onto your shoes and whatever rain may drench your hair. For, as perhaps you have already guessed, this is a story of survival. Characters will die and cruelty will be unleashed. Wait. Wait! Where are you going! I swear, there will also be love and friendship and hope; strength that exceeds all expectations and people who will pull you up when you fall and half-carry you if that is what it takes to make you put one foot in front of the other. All I’m saying is that, yes, your favourite character will probably be one of the victims, one of those who fought for so long and so much that they met their limit beyond which they could go no further. In fact, that will most certainly the case. The point of this story is not to provide you with a happy ending; it is most concerned with showing you the story itself, what the people who drive this story forward – who stretch one chapter into the next – have lived through and the life they have led. All I hope is that you will grant them enough respect to let them tell you their story, regardless of the ending.