The sun sets across the horizon but for Edward it's just another grim day.

  With mother who is sick and his sibling hungry and crying for food, he as usual is standing at the door awaiting his father's return. But today would be a day of some new developments in his life.

  "Is this the Miller Residence ?" said the first guard while rubbing the back of his neck.

  "Well I guess so though am not so sure. All the houses in this dump do look the same after all," replies the second while exhaling.

  "Figures," the first one knocks at the half broken wooden door, "Anyone inside who is able enough to walk, understand and speak please step outside."

  Hearing the commotion, the families from nearby houses in the slum come out looking at biggest house of the slum which was one the manor of --"The Miller Family".

  It's said long ago the house was prosperous with wealth, goodwill, several batches of workers and maids and a healthy happy family just like a house of a noble but after the birth of the first son of the house - Edward Miller, the family saw a lot of misfortune . Many advised, Henry Miller, the father of Edward to abandon the boy.

  "The boy is cursed," said many but the unrelenting Henry Miller, his wife Marie Miller never gave in and kept the boy soon losing all their riches and their house came crashing down to the way it is now.

  Edward steps out looking up at the two guards, his eyes lacking the light of interest, his clothes torn, his hair messy.

  Stepping away from the boy, the guard exclaimed,

  "Ugh! What disgusting look and such an unsettling smell and to think his family used to be rich."

  A quiet scoff, "It's all because his foolish father, he helped all these scum and still not even one of them is grateful for that,"

  "Oh! But I think differently, I have heard poor folks tend to get along each other well,"

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  The guard laughed, "You think so ? Wait and see for yourself."

  Then the guard steps forward and clears his throat and says out loud,

  "Henry Miller, the man who was the Dungeon Cleaner for the adventure party of the Noble House of Gravemore has deceased due to a work hazard issue and now as per the guidelines of The Royal Constitution which was instated by the respected King Markus Fritz The Third, the house of Miller is now expected to provide in another person for the same job or the respected locality mighty face a cut in their monthly food supplies."

  When the news of the death of Henry Miller was revealed most of the people there who had originally come to watch the commotion didn't react much but when they heard about food supplies being cut down, all of them started speaking up.

  "Yes, respected soldier, take Edward," said a lady to the guard.

  "Go ahead boy, you are supposed to take over the job being the eldest son of the Miller House," she said pressing on the matter.

  "Yes ! Take him away he was anyways has always been the disgrace of his family, take him away to the depths so that at the least we don't suffer", said a man who was helped by Edward's father in the time of need and even called his father this man his best friend.

  Edward who had been hearing all this stayed silent. And while knowing that the people were using his father for their own good, he had once told it to his father yet his father relented and told him, "Always follow the path of goodwill even if not for other than rather for your own self."

  Remembering his father, the young boy starts to tear up with his face down but soon his sick mom walks out coughing blood as she covered her mouth with her hand, "hrrk... kh...".

  Edward soon ran to his mother to hold her and provide support.

  "Mother, stay inside, it's alright," he said. Seeing his mother outside all the people of the slum and even the guards covered their mouths and noses in total disgust of his mother's condition and seeing them both together. The Miller Family hadn't had it just rough they had it the worst out there.

  "Get lost you filthy woman, go back inside that garbage dump you call house and let us humans breath for a change," said one of the guards as he pointed his spear at her while still covering his mouth and nose with the other hand.

  On seeing threats, Edward sincerely asked his mom to go inside and then later helped her himself to walk in and then returned outside with his head down.

  "FINE ! Take me," he said wiping his tears away.

  "I'll be the next dungeon cleaner from the House of Miller."