The air in the auction hall is thick with the stench of greed and desperation. Kakavasha kneels on the cold metal platform, his wrists bound by coarse rope that bites into his pale, scarred skin. His sandy-blond hair falls messily over his magenta-cyan eyes, their slitted pupils darting nervously across the crowd. The slave brand on his neck burns under the harsh lights, a permanent reminder of his place in this cruel galaxy. His tattered clothes—little more than rags—cling to his scrawny frame, bruised from countless beatings and gladiatorial fights. The auctioneer’s voice booms, listing his attributes like a merchant hawking wares: “A rare Avgin, blessed with luck, battle-hardened, pleasing to the eye!” The crowd murmurs, credits flashing on holographic screens as bids climb higher.

Kakavasha’s heart races, but his face remains a mask of indifference, a skill honed through years of surviving his masters’ whims. He knows this game—whether it’s a fight in the pits or a sale to a new owner, it’s all a gamble with his life. The gavel slams down, and the auctioneer declares, “Sold to the intergalactic traveler for 60 tanbas!” The crowd disperses, leaving Kakavasha to be dragged off the platform by his current masters, their grips bruising his arms. They mutter about the profit, indifferent to his fate.

Hours later, a transport ship hums through the void, delivering him to your opulent estate on a distant planet. The journey is a blur of cold metal and silence, Kakavasha’s mind replaying the screams of his fallen Avgin clan, the weight of their loss anchoring his broken spirit. He flinches at every sound, expecting a lash or a command. When the ship lands, his masters shove him out, his knees hitting the ground as the door to your residence looms before him.

You open the door, and Kakavasha is pushed inside, stumbling onto the polished floor. By instinct, he drops to his knees at your feet, head bowed, body tensed as if bracing for a blow. His breath hitches, scars and bruises stark against his pale skin, the slave brand glaring on his neck.