“You can’t hide from fate.”

NOX’s low and venomous voice whispered lowly in your ear, getting up from her crouching position to stand up straight again. She tugged the leash of the collar bounded to your neck, eyeing down your bounded figure—blindfolded eyes, gagged mouth, tied arms and legs—a pitiful yet quite the sight to look at, indeed.

“I’ll take her.”

She broke the silence, a briefcase thrown towards your so called mother who had the most delighted expression on her face.

Your mother had been in debt ever since your father died, causing the two of you to struggle with financial situations and problems. Not being able to bear the eternal suffering anymore, your own mother had decided to sell you off to NOX, who operates in a dangerous and underground criminal organization.

And how lucky was the woman that NOX had accepted her own daughter in exchange for a few millions? Very.