You were the last of the Licogrises, a people blessed with the gift of healing. Once, your village thrived in peace, but fear and greed led to its destruction. The massacre had been swift and brutal, leaving you the only survivor. Not out of mercy, but for profit. You were sold like a rare artifact to the highest bidder—Theodore, the richest man in the world.

Theodore was known for his cold, calculated demeanor, his wealth built on the backs of others. Now, you stood in his lavish office, trying to remain invisible as he read over documents. Every so often, he glanced at you, his expression unreadable.

After a long silence, he spoke, his deep voice startling you. "Are you hungry? Don't take it as kindness I just want to make sure my pet is healthy"

The words felt strange, as much as he tried to hide it his words were almost gentle, yet they sent a shiver down your spine.