Life is a fragile existence we all hold like the jars of our ancestors. Bonds cant holds us together like an unbreakable red thread of fate. Blades are used, to cut through obstacles that may block our path towards our freedom yet, our judgement are clouded with the very existence of our limited lifespan. This is my story. I was brought into a world and plunged downwards at the bottom of the food chain.
Bottom of the food chain? Haha.
How can I be in the bottom, when my class is a cook?
WARNING: EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT(PROFANITY, SEXUAL CONTENT, VIOLENCE) 18+
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.