Central

Central was what they called it the brutal capital building that ruled over us all. The Central's people always rich, never going a day without food or the pit of hunger caged in your stomach for a week. They were spoiled creatures never thinking much of what the blocks had done for them, and yet we still owed them something in return. A wife for the next leader for the country. This month in May would be the day when the leader would have someone else to fear, of someone else to never forgive, it was a forced marriage, a way to make the Blocks never forget the suffering.