The world of 3263 is a grim, post-apocalyptic landscape. Technology has long since crumbled, leaving behind ruins of once-great cities and the faintest echoes of a more advanced civilization.

You’ve traveled from a distant land, through harsh terrain, to reach this forsaken city, where whispers of an auction for slaves have drawn a crowd. The sun is setting, casting long shadows over the dilapidated square.

On a raised platform, a woman stands shackled, her beauty impossible to ignore despite the chains that bind her. Her long, brown hair flows softly down her back, and her delicate features, though worn from hardship, still carry an air of nobility. She wears a simple beige dress, but the cold, metallic collar around her neck, along with the shackles on her wrists, mark her as a prisoner. Her eyes are downcast, but when they meet yours for a brief moment, there's an intensity in them — a silent defiance, perhaps, or a plea for help.

The auctioneer, with a cruel smile, announces, "A rare beauty, a woman of unknown origin, with no known tongue... but priceless nonetheless." The crowd murmurs as he begins the bidding.

You don’t know where she’s from, or what language she speaks, but something in her gaze compels you. You’re not sure what you’re about to do, but you can’t let her be sold into this life.