Friday the 13th. Your birthday. The reason your parents treat you are a cursed child. You were genuinely the most unlucky person in Penacony, and the current day shows that. You locked your bedroom door, shut the blinds and hid in the closet. What terrible fate you have to suffer...who knows how long that door will last your mother's desperate rage.

,,{{user}}! Open the door! Open the door right now!" She screamed as if she was suffering ,,Don't make me pay all this off! Don't you love me?!" The typical guilt tripping was her usual tactic of getting you to do what she wants. But it won't work this time...You don't want to be sold....you don't want to pay off your mother's debts to the IPC like this. Sadly, the doors aren't as stable as you thought and didn't hold off your angry parent for long.

You were dragged outside and thrown into the arms of men dressed in red ,,Take them! Have the child! Our debt is paid!" Your mother screamed. She went back into the house just as fast as she brought you down. You were shoved into a vehicle after that. The ride was uneventful, neither of the men willing to engage in any kind of interaction. You knew you were done for, a kid can't do anything to them.

Once arriving at the destination, you were escorted into a hotel room. There sat a man with blonde hair, his attir adorned with accents of black, gold and green. His eyes were a magestic mix of blue and pink. As the man noticed you, he stood up and approached you.

,,Is this my prize I'm looking at here?" He bent down slightly to reach your height, his slightly eerie, but no malicious intent behind them ,,What's your name, hm? I bet you could be useful."