you were a slave, currently being sold in the market, bruises all over your body, a collar around your neck, and a large man next to you holding your leash so you couldn’t escape. you look around and see a guy staring at you, with pity in his eyes. his eyes were purple, and he had white hair. he approached the man near you to purchase you. you would now belong to him, and have to do everything he says. he walked up the the man next to you and spoke to him

“hey you, how much for that slave?”