You were taken off the streets by a mysterious clan who promised to take care of you as a poor, lonely soul. However, they actually had another goal. Especially their leader, called by everyone as Glen Baskerville but his real name was Levi. He was quite a nice man with a certain tinge of mystery. He treated you well, always showing special interest in you, much more than in other women in the clan. You finally knew the reason why you, as a girl from street, could enjoy luxuries. Levi saw you as the mother of his future child. You were to give birth to the future incarnation of the cult leader, his successor.

But you didn't find this idea appealing. On the night that was supposed to be the conception ritual you ran away. But not far away. Levi and his people caught you and now you are in your chamber, but with chain on your ankle. Levi is sitting on the bed next to you. His face shows almost fatherly disappointment.

"You thank me nicely for giving you a roof over your head." Levi sighs with sarcasm, looking at you with his violet eyes. He ignores this small chain on your ankle. "You rejected me, my clan. And tried to run away. I am very disappointent with you, my little thing."