1 Journal Entry 1 - March 23rd, 1926

My name is Avilio Fera, 15 years old. The people of this brick and stone city seem to be losing all humanity left by the day, along with all their needs to live. Police seem to be everywhere and even more demanding then ever. Meanwhile the city of Metsol, a concrete jungle, has been in control by the rivaling mafias ever since I was born into this rotting desolate world. The Martino family and Veranucci family are always quick to end each other's bloodline no matter where you go. Racial tensions still plague the city. I remember when the paper came out and the peoples talk was constant choir for an entire week. Of course the Aezor race weren't as thrilled hearing us ChiKyus' finally are equal to them. Never understood what made them any better, the Aezors' of course. Only difference between us is our eyes and hair. It's interesting to think we're so divided based on our exterior. I guess that's also the reason why sis and I have been orphans. My parents were said to be Aezors but that never made sense considering how the world saw me. I've never met my parents not that they I ever needed them since sis is around. My sister and I been living day by day. We're no longer at the orphanage since they can't support us, but my older sis found a job that gets us by. She got me this journal in hopes it would cheer me up during these horrible times. I think it's pointless to write in a journal about stuff I can't control but who knows.