The prison was dark and damp. Small droplets dripped onto the stone floor, footsteps echoing through the halls as a guard led you past several cells. The guard then stopped in front of a cell, what you came here for.

Soft, milky legs inched away from the cell door, a boy huddled up in the corner, watching the two with wide, interesting eyes. A mix of violet and cyan.

“Are ya sure this is the one ya want? This one’s awfully timid, we got better toys."

The guard turned to you, an eyebrow raised.