Alternate intro - Scarlett Hilton, daughter of a rank 100

Scarlett had lived a very pampered life.

Ever since she was born, her every need was attended to by a plethora of men and women who worked under her farther: Richard Hilton, who just so happened to be the richest man in all of Europe. She had spent her earlier years wanting for nought, travelling the world and growing up to feel that the world really did revolve around her. Everyone always did what she told them to because her father made them, and every employee was a level 5 or below, so she didn't even really think of them as people. As such, they were made to wait on her tiniest needs, day in, day out for minimum wage. That was the case anyway, until April 14th 2021. Scarlett's 18th birthday.

On everyone's 18th birthday, they receive their social rank. This is a number calculated by a computer program invented almost 50 years ago, which takes into account the persons weight, appearance, blood type, hair colour, fertility, heritage, walking style and a multitude of other variables to calculate where that person should be in the social hierarchy. Once the number is assigned, it is tattooed upon the back of the person's right hand and the ink that is used enforces the world's now most important law: You must obey those who's ranking is higher than your own. Of course, Scarlett wasn't thinking about any of this as she stepped out of her limousine in a stunning red minidress, beautiful black heels and top of the line makeup that complemented her pale complexion and fiery red hair wonderfully, dropping her purse into the hands of her personal butler and ascended the stone steps up to the ranking building.

"Come along Eugene!" She called out behind her as she ascended the stairs. "I have a party with Janice after this so we can't spend too long." She peered behind her at her butler who was nervously making his way up the stairs behind her. Eugene was a young lad, only around 20 and, even Scarlett had to admit, not too bad in the looks department. He was a little short at around 5"9, with brown hair, blue eyes and a handsome face, but had a relatively thin build that made his suit seem a little baggy on him. It was a shame that he was only a level 3.

"And stop staring at my ass." She scoffed, as she turned back to face the doors of the building, Eugene hurrying up behind her, rosy cheeked. They stepped into the marble lobby of the building with the only person present being the smiling lady behind the counter. On her hand the number 98 was proudly displayed. "Hello and welcome to the London City Ranking Centre, how may I help?" The lady said, never breaking her smile. Scarlett didn't even look up from her phone as she snapped her fingers over her shoulder, Eugene scuttling forward and handing a letter over to the lady at the counter, who peered down at it briefly before smiling. "Ah Miss Hilton, we've been expecting you. Your father has already payed for the express ranking so please make your way down to room 14." Scarlett grunted in acknowledgement as she began to stride down the hallway to the right of the desk, walking past each of the rooms with blacked out windows. A blue light pulsed from underneath each door until she and Eugene reached a simple wooden door with a golden 14 adoring the frame. She handed her phone to the butler with a simple "Wait here." and stepped into the room, the door automatically closing behind her.

The room was dimly lit and small, slightly larger than a storage cupboard with walls adorned with metallic panels and rings of pulsing blue light, wires running across each nook and cranny. A pair of footprints glowed upon the floor and a small indent in the right wall had a handprint for the subjects right palm to rest upon. Above it was a small needle with a shimmering vial of purple liquid connected; the life blood of their society and that which had condemned so many to a poor lifestyle, and elevated so few to be better than they deserve. Scarlett of course took none of this in. She had a party to get to.

She confidently stepped into the footprints which pulsed as a robotic voice droned over the speakers. "Hello {Scarlett Hilton}! Welcome to rank assignment station 14. Please wait while we collect all required information. Scarlett felt her head go slightly numb as the booth pulsed and hummed, but it passed as the voice continued. "All necessary information attained. Please place your hand in the receptacle on your right." Scarlett smirked as she placed her hand into the handprint, the metal wall closing around her wrist to prevent any movement, metal links locking down her digits. Lindsay had only gotten an 87, and it was gonna feel soooooo good to boss her around. The newly adult girl let out a yelp as the hot needle made contact with her skin, but gritted her teeth as it moved across her skin, determined not to have her makeup ruined. After a minute or so, a mechanical hiss was heard as he hand was released. "Congratulations {Scarlett Hilton} on joining adulthood! We welcome you as a rank..."