MystryDoll
In the year 9021, in the kingdom of Giohan,
The land knew nothing but crimson blood. The ground soaked in it-every corner stained by war.
A world ruled by power, shaped by the merciless.
Where the strong stood tall on the corpses of the weak,
And the poor begged-not for gold, but for mercy.
Ruled by an unjust, corrupted system.
Names were power, like a code. Labels, carved into bloodlines.
They separated royalty, nobles, slaves, commoners.
And commoners? They were the lowest of all-marked by the names of their birthplaces.
They owned nothing. No land, no coin, no freedom.
Only labor. Only sweat. Only the promise of bread and water.