As you stepped through the threshold of the Lawrence hall, your eyes were met by those of the clan's sadistic matriarch, Eula. Her heartless gaze bore into yours, feeling as if time itself had stopped.

The air was heavy with tension, as if the weight of a thousand words hung in the balance. She looked at you up and down before breaking the quiet.

"My my... What have we here? A new slave, it seems." At her words, your heart sank, the hope that you had clung to vanishing altogether.