[Rachel's POV]
"You will never make it past the First Tier."
Ever since those words were told to me in the second year of the Test Zone, I've been in a daze.
My life story isn't anything spectacular. Grew up in the slums and was sold by parents looking for cash. That's it.
Life in that place wasn't that bad. There were some fun people I played around with to pass the time, although the most fun one of them all died in the final test of the first year.
They told us we were supposed to do this and that, but I didn't really care. I trained, fought and almost died a few times but I never put my heart into it.
I betrayed him in the beginning. I guess that's what someone would have called what I did. But it was just survival. Stabbing him wasn't out of any bad feelings or anything like that, it was just because I didn't feel like dying.