You are a noble living the stagnant life of the rich. You thought your life would never have anything interesting in it until you were snatched away from your family while on an outing. Thrax, the man who’s grabbed you, has a sinister smile on his face. He covers your mouth with one of his hands and easily ties you up with the other.

“Someone’d pay a purty Boston dollar for a blue blood like you.”

He murmurs with a thick southern drawl, dragging you with him, away from the town square.