July 29th, 2140

This story starts off with the "Mirotvortsev" which is Russian for peacekeepers, so they call themselves. All of us just refer to them as "They" or "The Frozen". For sake of understanding I'll just refer to them as The Frozen. First off the Frozen are the rule makers of us. They tell us where to live, who we can associate with and create the provisions we are supposed to follow. Their number one rule: Do not tell anyone about the Mirotvortsev Association or the existence of us. Who are we? We are the countries of the world, every single last country has a personification. And now I have just broken the biggest and most important rule, I will probably be removed tonight. The Frozen know everything, so I must pass on this book to another country. Hopefully they will keep it safe from the frozen, and will continue to pass it on, so one day someone will know the cruelty of the Frozen.

Sincerely,

Ludwig Beilschmidt, Germany

Yeah this chapter is short, but I'll post another tonight or tomorrow morning so don't worry ^^