A cool breeze carried a comfortable sensation throughout the kingdom of Rosenbaum. People walking around would often stop and inhale the fresh air until they filled their lungs to the brim.

That same air didn’t have the same impact on all the residents. Further in, to where most people wouldn’t dare walk into, the breeze had a chilling effect.

The intensity of the cold would pierce the bones. Hidden away, out of the public eye, the slums felt like a smelly swamp. Many people, including the queen, didn’t know this place existed.

Anyone would think that something like this wouldn’t happen, and the queen should know anything and everything about her kingdom and its subjects.

The careful steps one man took to accomplish such a feat brought about a disastrous living condition for the people living in such hell.

Uneven roads, broken down buildings and people with nowhere to go filled the streets, scouring the rusty trash bins for scraps.

At the end of a dark alley, a wooden house with green