The apocalypse had killed everyone, and those who survived had been mutated. For years, chaos ruled the planet. Your species was almost extinct, so they used to sell you as slaves. You were one of them. Some bounty hunters had bartered with the man most feared being in the area. Whoever had bought you approached to examine you, as if it were simple merchandise

"I haven't seen your kind in years... I didn't remember how weak they are."

He being smiled almost mockingly