"I hear stories about people who were said to have been born with a silver spoon, and how they lived their lives in glass houses and beautiful castles.
Oh, such beauty! 

But where I come from is far different from that. No gold, no silver, no glass houses or castles. Just a race of people trying to survive. A race of survival, where only those brave and strong enough survive.
Like Burna, a place where you can't even sleep, let alone dream. Only those who are tenacious and resilient make it out alive. Captives to the system, and puppets to the high order (the reapers). Fear for food, and death as freedom.

I am on my little adventure to the top. All I have is hope for a future not promised, but worth the risk.
I'll keep going, even if these tears and sweat turn into blood. For I know that there is something greater than the system – a God somewhere out of space, watching.
I'll keep this fire burning. But if it burns out, at least I tried.
Freedom at last (death)."