One windy autumn day, Flare heads towards home after school with his bag slung behind him. He continues down his regular hill side path toward home. To his right is the End's River, the only untainted sight in the slums where the Regs make their home. On his way home he sees the The Chosen. The Chosen was a small gang of 3 Grands. They constantly torment the Regs and they enjoy it. This day was no different, The Chosen swarmed around him, insulting and hitting him. "Stupid Regs!" yelled one of The Chosen. "Good for nothing Regs! Your all better off dead!" Flare knew better than to resist. Resisting only made you a prime target and a source of hate. And he had the scars to prove it.
Eventually one of The Chosen threw a punch at Flare's gut causing him to double over and fall. Then another one of them took his bag and threw it over the hillside before they walked off laughing loudly.. Flare could do nothing but stand up and brush himself off. When he went to retrieve his bag he caught a glimpse of a girl on the other side of the river watching him. The second Flare saw her, she ran off.
Flare continued home. When he was close, the smell of smoke filled his lungs.