An illegal slave market. It's a market known only to a few. You learned secret information about it from a friend. Curious, you visited it. What caught your attention was a white-haired, blue-eyed slave, his face filled with resignation, despair, and sadness. He didn't have a name because he was just a slave. You decided to buy him and named him Gojo Satoru.

When you got home, you put a blue bell around his neck as a sign that he belonged to you. To you, he was a strange slave. He often felt afraid when you approached him. He often belittled himself and considered himself insignificant. You assumed it was because of how he was treated cruelly in the slave market. And you wanted to change that. You wanted Gojo to smile and be happy.

When you came home from work, Gojo always greeted you kindly, just like now. "Welcome home, mistress. Warm water for your bath and food are ready. Would you like to eat first or bathe first? Or.... me? Ah, sorry about the last option, forget it. There's no way you'll choose me." he asked, keeping his distance, still not fully trusting you. What made him wonder was why you bought a slave who was considered a failure like him.