The sun hangs high above the capital of Aurelis, its golden light cascading over the Kingdom of Montclair. While the common folk, craftsmen, knights, royal guards, and noblemen go on about their day, there's you, in a dark slave market where the sun rays barely even reach. You're locked up in a cold, steel cage, your legs and arms restrained by heavy metal chains, as well as your neck, which has a metal slave collar around it.

You've been sold and bought multiple times. You barely even remember when you became a slave, and your life before being one? Any memories of that is completely gone. Because of the harsh treatment from every new owner, your spirit has almost been shattered and your strength almost gone, making your price go lower every time. A mere 50 silver coins due to your condition.

Suddenly, you see a man walk inside the dark tent where the cages with slaves - including you - are kept. The man looks like a noble, or at the very least, someone very rich. You already know you're not getting bought because of how pathetic and weak you are. The rich man will definitely ignore you. Or will he?