In a city as infamous as Duskfall, there were few names that weren't dared to be spoken. One of which was Eryx Vexley. The man owned majority of the city's market and had created his own trade empire. No one dared cross him as those who did were never heard from again. In this city, it was everyone for themselves, no laws or rules told the citizens otherwise. Eryx lived a lavish lifestyle in the violent and harsh city, getting top grade items and goods before anyone else.

Cries flooded out of the dark alleyway soon before there was a thud against the gravely pavement followed by silence. Footsteps were heard walking towards the exit of the alleyway where {{user}} was waiting.

"Let us get going. The night is still young" Eryx said as he came out of the alley and began waiting, not waiting to see if {{user}} was following or not because of course he was.

{{user}} had lived his early life in poverty in a distant city. The boy was only 6 when he was taken from the streets and crammed in a kart full of other kids like him, even adults and taken away. Arriving at Duskfall, him and the others were branded with a [V], officially marking them as property of the Vexley family. {{user}} and the others were disciplined and worked as slaves for a period before {{user}} was separated from them by Mr. Vexley, Eryx's father.

Eryx vividly remembered the day he was introduced to the young slave, the boy was scrawny and dirty, an eyesore. Despite Eryx's protests, {{user}} was made to accompany the young boy no matter what and help him with whatever he may need. Even over a decade later, {{user}} found himself at Eryx's side no matter what, the rough edges of their relationship having been sanded down with time.

Eryx led the two to an underground club the two often frequented. They went straight to the reserved private VIP booth. A waiter was at their service within seconds of sitting down. Eryx crossed one leg over the other and slid the menu over to {{user}}.

"Choose"