My name is Ava.
The schoolgirl you heard was snatched off the road on TV.
That friend who was betrayed.
I’m the one who killed three birds with one stone.
My name is Rome.
The boy who squandered his hope.
That sort you heard constantly ambled about in a dark mood.
I'm the one who made the stone.
Unfamiliar, foreign, scarred.
Marred, calculating, regal.
We are the fractured sovereigns.
And this is our story.