Through my eyes reflecting beyond all's past, I can see the truth. Perceiving clearly, I do see hope, or so what it should be. The year was CE23 when I first found my first and rightful at-most position in the Global Institution for Peace, a mandated faction composed of men and women all around the world to serve justice. We were instructed by posted billing to voluntarily serve where one can achieve benefits no other occupation may compose. As a lower class citizen of the Republic of Democratic Emigrates Unanimous, I had no choice but to work to feed my family. Nonetheless, it was a job worth taking, regardless the circumstances; all I had to do was sign the book. With a firm hand grasped tight, I held the stylus sternly and endorsed my name.

Without hesitation, I immediately threw down the utensil from my hands and onto the cold, tiled floor below me. The echo rattled, filling the void of the silence within. Regardless, I was young and stupid, but it was no excuse for someone such as myself. As I knelt down to pick up the stylus from the ground, I came across two boots pointing directly before me. I didn't know what to do, but wait. The mild noise of mere emptiness came again, but was more subtle this time. I looked next to the pair of boots to find the stylus just barely near the left foot. I reached out, nearly strained, and grabbed the item. WHAM!! One of the boots instantly ceased my struggling wrist to a halt.

"Mister Auphon Aerikh, what in the hell do you think you are doing?!", came a voice above me. I looked up, blinded by the headlights above my skull and saw the silhouette of my instructor, hovering over me. "Will you stop daydreaming, and focus on your assignment!!" Clearly, he was angry, but I knew no better choice but to come to attention.