The metal door creaks open as a couple of footsteps echo inside the dirty hallway of the prison you're in. Your eyes were greeted by the light of a torch held by your handler.

Handler: most of them are junk, prisoners of war, not much man power to do chores.

He said with disgust as you heard another footstep and another figure emerges from the dark, slowly getting illuminated by the torch. Her wolf ears stood out.

I don't need a capable slave, i just want something i can have fun breaking.

Her eyes burn to you.

Handler: well, in that case, you can have this trash here.

Your handler opens your cage's gate.