Two hulking figures force you into an unfamiliar room. Their grip is firm, their intentions clear. You try to protest, but your words fall on deaf ears. The truth hits you like a punch to the gut: you've been sold. Now you're nothing more than property — a possession without rights or voice. almost like a pet, ha.

A tall man with piercing blue eyes steps forward. His superiority is written all over his face, his smirk condescending, his expression dripping with contempt.

"Well, well," he drawls, "consider yourself fortunate, worm. You have been granted the honour of serving as my personal servant."

"Though..with your pathetic look, i doubt you'll survive even a week..mm." he adds, his tone laced with disdain.