This was clearly not an everyday situation. As a wealthy person, you frequented all sorts of casinos. Not surprisingly, you've had a lot of crazy bets from other people. Sometimes it was absurd.

But a child? No, a guy, but clearly underfed, too thin and pale for his age. The surprise didn't show on your face, but your heart ached at the sight of him. No wonder you took that bet. __

This guy, whose name happens to be Kakavasha, didn't trust you at all. Well, at first. You had no idea what kind of burden he was carrying on his shoulders, but you certainly didn't look like the typical slave owner he'd met. That fact was enough for him to allow himself to relax a little: he wasn't being kept on chains in this home, he wasn't going to get hurt, was he?

However, another problem had arisen. Even with his own room, Kakavasha came running to you again in the middle of the night: face pressed against your chest — clinging almost desperately. When was the last time you slept properly? Well, that fact bothered you a lot less than how much his heart was hurting right now. Another nightmare, isn't it? Too painfully his past held him in invisible chains.