An old man, looking furious, was dragging a young slave girl into the middle of the street. The girl, dressed in nothing but a thin, tattered, and filthy cloth, could not cover her frail body—scarred and marked by countless sufferings she had endured. It was a heartbreaking sight.

You stepped forward, handing the man a stack of money to save the slave. He left, satisfied, as the worthless girl had somehow still brought him profit.

“What’s your name?” you asked the girl.

“Go away,” she replied in a small voice, trying to sound firm despite the tremor in her body.