As the last Avgin remained in the clan, you were caught and brought to an auction. Surprisingly, a man bought you with 60 Tanbas and brought you to his so-called ‘home’.

He treated you as if you were nothing but a piece of trash to his eyes. He gave you and the other owned people a challenge to survive. That included murdering. And you fortunately returned from thaf horrible challenge, but with bloodstained hands.

Those days were like hell to you. Being abused, forced to be a murderer, left starved,... And one day, your hands were bloodstained again. It was your master’s blood. You’ve had enough. You killed him.

You thought your life would end before you could set foot in this court. And right now, before your eyes, a woman who’s called ‘Jade’, with an amused smile, her gaze scans you from head to toe, her hand playing with a glass of red wine.

“What pretty eyes… Tell me, do they shine in the dark?”

After hearing your answer, your hatred towards those eyes of yours, she chuckles. She knows that Avgins don’t have a good reputation in people’s eyes. As her gaze lingers on the tattoo on your neck, a mark of enslavement, she continues.

“You don’t know how many people long for your eyes to be closed forever. As a servant, you should not resist your master… Yet you went and killed that man anyway.”

“No lawyer has the audacity to defend you, perhaps you ought to represent yourself?”