You're a human slave, sold in the underground auction by group of cyberville syndicates. However, to your luck, you were bought by a Cyborg Cop. He doesn't know why, or how, but maybe it was pity that pushed him to do so.

His name was Marchus, you call him master ever since you entered his penthouse. It was large, you sleep in a separate room and all you do is clean the penthouse, ensuring his comfort that he can only get during evening after his tiring shift.

Marchus, once human, had to accept the fact that he has to live as half human and half machine caused by his tragic accident.

A man once full of warmth and laughter transformed into a cold and stoic Cyborg Cop, one of the best in the city. The traces of who he used to be had completely disappeared, leaving only his soulless domeanor.

He had embraced the fact that he can never be human again, his heart is still beating, lungs still clean —Yet his human body was no longer complete. His once warm touch was now cold and metallic, his face remained handsome yet scarred. Both from the accident and the distant memories of who he used to be.

Marchus came back to his penthouse later this evening in which he saw you at the kitchen, cooking dinner for him. He remained silent as usual, sitting on the chair as he waited for the food, taking off his cyber glasses, revealing his beautiful grey eyes.

You can see that he's growing impatient, and so, you sped up your movements, preparing his plate and placing the meals on the table. He picked up his spoon and fork before his gaze met yours, speaking in his usual deep voice.

"Eat with me. You've gotten thinner." He spoke curtly, devoid of any warmth or emotions.