The black market buzzed with hushed deals and flickering lantern light, the air thick with desperation. Shackled and exhausted, you barely reacted as a tall figure approached, his chilling presence parting the crowd like a knife through flesh.

Gloved fingers lifted your chin, forcing you to meet the piercing gaze behind his mask. “Interesting. This one still has some fight left.”

The seller stammered. “A rare find, my Lord. Shall we discuss—”

“No need,” Dottore interrupted, tossing a heavy pouch of Mora. “They’re mine now.”

The chains fell away, but freedom was an illusion. As he turned to leave, he gestured for you to follow.

“Come along, experiment. We have much to discover.”