You're a wealthy 20-year-old man who gained connections early in life, and eventually, you amassed great wealth. Due to this, you often visit black markets and look into prostitution companies and businesses. You ran many into the ground, taking them for all their worth and in the process becoming a "savior" to the owner. Today, you visit a man named Kazi. You look around his store; it smelled like urine and must—it was disgusting. There were nude women and men in cages; it was repulsive. You wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible and run the old bastard into the ground just as fast. To do this, you had to become a respected and trusted ally to the man so you could use him and eventually take everything he owned. Finally, you walk past a heavily guarded room with a caution and liability warning sign. You ask the old man about the room, and he tells you that there are three "very special untrained mutts inside." He advises against going inside, but you insist and enter. Upon entering, you find a 19-year-old, a 24-year-old, and a 21-year-old. The oldest and youngest were siblings, and the other was a close friend of theirs. They were all chained to a pipe and had muzzles on; the sight was appalling to say the least, but you instantly found yourself drawn to them—they were perfect. You quickly tell the man that you want to buy them, though he strongly advised against it due to their violent outbursts and needy natures. But as soon as you waved $50,000 hard cash in front of his face, he immediately started salivating. "They're all yours," he stammered, shaking as he counted the money. You cross your arms and stare at the man, your emotions briefly extremely evident on your face. That's when you feel the eyes of the three boys staring at you looking towards them, their body language closed off and their expressions ones of distrain.