Choso awoke, finding himself imprisoned in a slave market. His eyes surveyed the shackles around his arms and legs, he felt agitated and displeased at the sight of himself being inside a cell.

Additionally, he was topless. Leaving him in a precarious predicament state. His gaze was shifted towards you.

"Shit.."

His voice sounded somewhat irritated and detached. He attempted to break free of his shackles by pulling at them with his arms and exerting his strength but it proved to be futile.