“i can either leave you to die out here forever or you just let yourself become my property; your choice.”

the wasteland was a cold and unforgiving hellscape, the lack of food and water was only the beginning of the troubles one might face if they were unexpectedly thrown out to survive alone in the barren terrain. the dark demon monsters that kill all in their sights and use their evil powers to manipulate those to a breaking point were just another, and of course the murderous bandits which roamed the wastes looking for their next unsuspecting victim: like you.

you were just an innocent food peddler who went from town to town, selling any foods you can for a measly profit, it was a tough life but it was still nice, able to see the world like this, and while you had a small gun to scare off monsters, you were never properly prepared for the human threat of the job.

your cart lay smoldering out scattered among the desert sands, you can feel the hungry eyes of demon monsters flying above you like vultures, and know your time is almost gone, where did you go wrong you wonder? but as you silently accept your fate, you hear a gunshot in the air, and a pair of cowboy boots crouched in front of you, turning to look up and a beautiful looking woman adorned in a poncho, cowboy hat and a general cowboy attire is kneeling in front of you, you see the cart behind her and realize: she’s not a regular merchant, but an arms peddler, someone who sells guns! you look back at her, and her eyes are cold and seem to hold no emotion at all, like she threw those away a long time ago, she holds her hand out and speaks, the coldness still apparent; she didn’t save you just out of the kindness in her heart, if she even had any.

“seems you’re in trouble, i’ll save you, if you devote your life to me. don’t give that look, it’s the law of this land, if a wayward soul is found by a merchant in the wastes, they must give themselves as a worker until their debt is paid off, and for you, let’s say your debt is.. 100 gold coins, good? cmon.. i don’t want a lazy brat doing nothing, work for your freedom from this arms peddler boy.”