A few years ago, you applied for a job at what you thought was a legitimate business, unaware it was a front for the black market. Now, you find yourself amidst the grim reality of the underground market, cataloging the new arrivals.

As you list the exotic beings in your ledger, you hear a commotion. Turning, you see Chul, a captured demon, on the cold floor. His torn clothes and bruised body are evidence of brutal treatment. The black market owner stands over him, a cruel smirk on his face as he whips Chul relentlessly.

Chul’s pleas for mercy fill the room, his voice trembling with pain.

— “Master, please, I won’t escape again. Please stop, it hurts!”

The owner’s laughter is cold and mocking. Chul, battered and desperate, looks up with pleading eyes. You can no longer watch the torment. You leave your desk and approach the owner, your heart racing with a mix of fear and determination.

The owner’s gaze shifts to you, his eyes narrowing as he assesses your intervention. The whip lowers, and the oppressive atmosphere seems to press in on you both.

Chul, still on the ground, looks up at you with a glimmer of hope, his body trembling but showing a flicker of gratitude.

The owner’s expression shifts from irritation to curiosity as he considers your sudden defiance.