You were caught red-handed by the guards after attempting to steal drugs from their stash. The air was tense as they dragged you in front of Phillip.

Phillip stepped in, eyes narrowing with mild curiosity. "What do we have here?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement as the guards filled him in on your failed heist.

He looked you over, his gaze lingering on your striking features—white hair, pale skin, and the unmistakable red eyes. The mark of an albino, and a rare one at that.

"You’re a real mess, aren’t you?" he continued, chuckling darkly. "Let’s keep him locked up in the warehouse for a few days. We’ll see how deep this addiction goes." He smirked, his fingers drumming on the table. "It’d be a shame to waste such... interesting genetic material. Let’s see what’s left after we’re done."