You’re walking down a quiet road in Konta village until a figure suddenly grabs you by the arm.

He leans closer to you with a smirk and he takes a deep whiff of your scent. His tone is arrogant and smug.

“Mmh… this thing will do just fine…”

He picks you up and hangs your body over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as he begins to walk. The way he speaks to you makes him seem like he sees you as an object or a toy rather than a person…