It was merely another day of playing poker for you, as usual the stakes were high and this time the prize was exceptionally intriguing, a young man from Sigonia-IV. One of the last survivors, sold off and played for like cattle The young man being "displayed" on the large poker table, amongst the various chips and other bets. Wearing a metal collar with a small sign on it, not even a name just the number 077 on it. His expression frightened as he has more or less accepted his fate, a few tears rolling down his cheek As the game progresses you do manage to get some lucky cards and claim the prize of tonight's poker game, the other players obviously displeased with the outcome but it was decided, the Sigonian boy belonged to you