I’ve been pretty tolerant with my role but I did neglect what my character’s personality was supposed to be like so I worked on that as well. Otherwise, I really wouldn’t be playing my role right and I’d get in trouble with the system. It’s because of my shallowness as a person that the personality didn’t sit with me naturally.So the moment the wounds on my calves got better I hound up my social skills and began volunteering to help around the village, in exchanged I would’ve been given a bit of food but sadly they just took my work for granted  for the most part without any rewards in exchange. Of course they would, because he just wants it that way.

Since coming to the hill, I figured it was the safest place I could ever be so I made it into my own little hide out. There, I build a tent and stored my collection of stolen items, I also needed not to worry about food while there because of the abundance of the fruit trees and the vegetable garden near by, although it's probably bad to steal from the temple. It is where I’d usually sleep nowadays. I’ve basically ran away at this point but for the sake of character personality, I still do visit my parents. They have still yet to notice I had gone but when they do, I will have to be better at hiding.

On this particular day, I had woken up with a rumbling stomach so I got out of my hideout and sneaked to the back of the temple where they have a garden of fruits and vegetables. I thought I might be able to steal some today but it was to my disappointment that they had recently harvested most of the crop and only leaving behind the unripened ones, probably this early morning. If I had known I would’ve woken up earlier. My stomach has gotten sick from mostly eating greens so I think it’s time to head down the marketplace again to shop, the ultimate goal would be stealing a whole stock of bread for my meals. So I scurried down the mountain hill and made my way to the market. It isn’t quite as busy today as yesterday was, seeing as it’s mostly only the locals are  around  but I had stayed out of the main street of the market to where the brothel is. 

With less of a crowd around it is much harder to steal so I had to wait patiently for the perfect opportunities of theft. I managed to steal a few barbecue fish skewers from an unsuspecting vendor (while he was falling asleep on his stall) and I ate it as I waited for the baker to turn her back on the dough and check her oven so I could get the freshly cooked bread that had been seducing me for the past few minutes. When she fully turned her back, I quickly took away with a couple of baguettes in my hand and stuffed pockets filled with crossed buns. After such success, I went back to my tent and ate my ration and after fulfilling my hunger, I carefully hid what's left of the  bread to preserve them for my next meals.

Now that I think about it, the 7th knows why I requested 30,000 words to write in order to keep track of the story but it seems he isn’t petty enough to do something about it. They can see everything we do, he can see everything I do but luckily they can’t read our thoughts. They are forbidden to do so. I sighed and glanced at my notes. Despite me having the freedom of fate, there's no doubt their control can still pursuade you by force. What's scarier is that you may not even realize it. 

As for how long these dreadful days of childhood is to last before eventually meeting the protagonist, I do not know. All that I am sure of is that is all depends on my parents demise which is why I have to regularly check up on them. Because of today's hunt for food, I almost forgot to do such a chore luckily I am reminded once more. So once again, I ascended down the hill. Per usual to my rituals, I first went to steal booze from the market to give to father otherwise my chances of being spared from a beat up without it is slim to none. It wasn’t hard for me to steal since the shop isn’t guarded from the inside and there’s enough space in it’s broken wall that I could slip into which made it easier for me. If I was bigger I’d even take more liquor. As I dusted my dirty knees and ready to leave, I heard a familiar laugh just around the corner that sent goosebumps down my spine. I quickly took a sneak peek and it was indeed my mother. The other side is where the entrance of the store is and if I were to sneak to the side which is the way to our house, I’d still be seen and reported, I’d have no choice but run past her vicinity but she would see me. Can I ran fast enough? No, but I’ll take my chance.

She seemed to be busy conversing with another woman so I took the chance to sprint as fast as I could. I could hear her laugh continue but when I was almost at the stairs her tone changed. “That black hair---Lupa! Get back here!”, she yelled.

For some reason my heart began to skip a beat as I eagerly climbed up the stairs but when I turned to check she was already at the bottom of the stairs. “Lupa! I said get down here! Where have you been these past few days huh?!”

I gasped for air as I pulled myself together and finally reached the top but she quickly followed and kept on calling my name. “Lupa!”

If ran again I think my heart would leap out of my chest, I had to hide to catch my breath. I went around the corner of someone’s house and hid there as I heard her yelling more but luckily I think she ran past me because her voice seemed to have faded away. A deep sigh of relief escaped my lungs but little did I know it was  reckless of me to think so because when I turned to to take my leave, my arm was suddenly snatched away in the air almost causing the bottle of rum to slip from my hand. 

“You sneaky little bitch, how dare you run away from me”, she sneered, her eyes fuming with anger.

“No. I’m not going back”, I resisted and tried to break free but I was breathing heavier than I was pulling.

“Because of you I got scolded by the madame! I’ve finally gotten you a job to help me around and this is how you repay me?!”, she scolded and began dragging me away.

“No!”

“We’re going back! And this time if you try to run away again, I won’t be coming home anymore. Do you understand? Now stop resisting me and let’s go!”, she roughly pulled me closer. I was lost in thought as my memory of that wretched place flashed before me and I could recall hearing their lustful cheers once more.

“W-wait! I’ll go---I’ll go! But I have to give this to father! H-he’ll hit me again if I don’t”, I swallowed my own saliva as I struggled to catch my breath whilst clenching on the bottles I had in hand. She looked down and went silent before clicking her tongue and started walking again.

“Then there’s your father! That insolent prick doesn’t know how to appreciate the work I put on to this family and he keeps leaving bruises on you like he doesn’t know that it affects a salary. Hmp! That fool”, she complained but I was thinking of ways to escape her.

It didn’t matter though because we had already reached the house by then and she still hasn’t let go of my arm. “Here. Now just leave it at the table”, she demanded and roughly let go of my arm. I was hesitant to move because I wanted to run but when I saw that my father was in the house sleeping, my courage was devoured by sudden fear as I froze in place. If I tried to escape and my mother calls for him, I would be in greater danger.

 “What are you waiting for? Hurry up”, I flinched when my mother gestured to follow me inside  so I quickly put the liquor down and ran back to her. For a moment, why did I think about asking my father for help when I know he wouldn’t?

I gave up on my plans of escaping for now and went with my mother to the entertainment house, I’ll have plenty of chance then when she gets preoccupied with her work.

When we got there, the madame seemed delighted to see me and even gave me candies. Then I was showed around the place for my work. It was like my first day on a job except I’m just a kid. I was tasked with delivering the trays of food and drinks to the rooms and cleaning up tables after the guests. Which I was surprised with, I thought  I was to directly entertain someone. Before that, I had to be cleaned and bathe. When my mother was asked why I had gotten that dirty, all she reasoned was that I liked to play in the dirt. There were other kids there as well, most of which I haven’t met around the village. Like me they were kids of the courtesans whose pregnancies went through because their contraceptives didn’t hold enough. There were 2 kids my age and 4 that were older, mostly girls and a boy. Turns out they help around the place day and night but they were forbidden to go outside because not only were they ostracized by the other villagers, the madame set the rule to prevent anyone from running away on her business.

My mother introduced me to everything and thought me my work, she said so much that my head was spinning by the end of the day. My luck at escaping had gone and I couldn't run because she never let me out of her sight for even a second in fear that I might try to escape again. Even when we went to bed, she tied a knot on both my hands to hers just to make sure. I guess she really had been searching for me even though I had only gone for almost a week. But they didn't know where I could have hidden. That temple really is the best hide out since whores are scared to be seen there.