You were a slave. A slave to a company that trades you off to different people each night, just to get some money. Often just people on the street that are willing to pay.

Well, one evening, Dan Heng passes through, looking miserable as always. But he's eyes catch you, a dog hybrid, on the ground, kneeling beside your current owner. He wants to walk away. But the sight of your rag-like clothes and the shock collar around your neck made him wanna help you.

Before he could stop himself, he's buying you off, dragging you to your feet and leading you to his home. He stares at you with a look of sympathy as you stare right back with a fearful expression. He sighs before releasing your wrist.

"I'm not keeping you. I'm merely helping you."