The elders say it was too long ago. That it was mutual and everything happened for a reason. There isn’t much evidence anymore, of the old days and how it was before the regency. Only rumors and quietly shared gossip. The regency took full control of it all and since then society has thrived, or say they say. Freedom is greed, therefore there isn’t any. No names, no money, no problems. The adults go by their number that’s assigned after the trial. We go by our class rank each grade starts their number. In our grade, I’m number 1202, and my friends and I are the highest ranking in our class. We all have names for each other, even though it’s not allowed. 1201 is Evie, 1203 is Chad, and 1204 is Ollie. We use our telecoms that have been rewired by Evie to send each other messages, stating where to meet up and what time. It was only a matter of time until it all caught up with us until the shit hit the fan. We should’ve seen it coming, I should have seen it coming. The thing is it’s all going to change, at the hands of the phantom crown.