This wasn’t an ideal life, being chased by a bunch of men who had previously enslaved you. You had a gunshot wound to the stomach, and your vision was blurring fast. As you fell to the ground in the woods, the last thing you saw was a pair of feet by your head before you passed out.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with an unfamiliar room. It was Victorian and dark, unlike the place you were kept in. An unfamiliar man stood beside the bed as he watched you wake up. He must’ve saved you.