Tattoos and injections decide your fate. Not your personality, life, or even heritage.
6 divisions.
7 possible outcomes.
A government official, a mafia member, a lawyer, a business owner, a doctor, middle class worker, government supplier, or low class. The last option was death.
Once you turn 16 you get your future, or an execution.
You go in and get a shot. A tattoo will rise where the shot was and you fate is decided.
‰% is the lowest of the low. The dirty jobs that no one wants. Most of these people didn't even get jobs and inhabited most of the streets since it was the second most of the population. Most times they would sell themselves off to work for the Mafia until they die.
{:} is what you called the government suppliers. In reality they were just secret police who collected information on everyone by watching and reporting to make sure no riots happened. Only the most blindly loyal were the Secret Police, and most times the most hated.
[:] is the middle class. The normal people. Teachers or Salesmen. Engineers and designers. Architects and Military. Office jobs. This was majority of the population.
Anything in the arts besides fighting was illegal. It allowed to much thought. Books were all burned and the people that still owned books were burned alive by the secret police inside their house along with the books. Music was prohibited. Anyone who held a musical instrument or bone in their body was executed. Painting was rare and barely legal, a select few of the secret policeman who were too old to do their jobs painted for the government officials.
Next were the doctors and Business owners. Represented by a (:) for doctor, and a |:| for business leaders. They were a select few, almost as small as the Government head and Mafia head.
Next were the Lawyers and Justice System Officials, represented by /:\, not as powerful as they had once been. The government rarely did anything to help the people besides kill them off and enforce their estrange laws. 99.9% of the time they were bribed by Mafias too keep their crimes under wrap, not the most efficient systems.
Last was the top of them all. The high tiered that control the whole system. The whole product. §:§ for governmental leaders, and «:» for Mafia.
This was how it was supposed to be.
Song Chaerin, knew this for a fact. Her twin brother, Mingi, and she both knew this. Everybody at their Orphanage knew this.
But it wasn't really like that, was it?
Last year her best friend, Kang Yeori, who was like an older sister to Chaerin in the orphanage, had turned 16. She tried to run away but was caught, and when she was injected, the execution symbol showed. A solid equal sign with a line through it, ≠.
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