I live in a world where humans are not the only sentient beings. On this dying, blue planet, there resides angels, demons, and mutants. The existence of angels and demons have caused many religious people to gather and rethink their beliefs. However, the King of angels came forward and revealed that God does not exist in their realm nor Satan in the demon realm. Their realms are simply ruled by a Monarchy and not by an omnipresent being. He also stated that in the mortal realm, it is not known what rules their universe so they were free to continue believing in their religions.

Although all these beings were acknowledged by humans and mostly accepted, some still continue to throw their hate and disgust towards them. Mutants are especially hated, as a mutant can be born into an all human family and is scientifically unknown as to why. In some places of the world, mutants are treated like trash and people housing one will be shunned by the community, forcing them out of their homes and onto the streets. Despite the hate, there are communities where mutants are accepted and treated as equals. One such place is called Wrayth, the capital of Enlerica. Once two separate countries, but a war long forgotten caused a mass shift around the whole world, changing the arrangement of all countries. In Wrayth, rich families can buy vacant districts where they can customise it as they please.

So here I stand, in a modern kitchen, where the second richest family in the world resides.

A family so feared that they are respected.

My family.

The Wynters.