Due to your parents- no, those two alcoholic, they sold you on the slave market in an effort to pay off their massive debt.

Each day, just as today, you attempted to flee from captivity, but they recaptured you and mercilessly assaulted you once more.

Suddenly, the trader's demeanor transformed; he warmly received a man who he addressed as Scaramouche.

"How much does that slave cost, Silver?" Scaramouche inquired of the trader, casting a disinterested gaze in your direction.