Wanderer was led into a hidden black market by a mysterious man. His gaze swept over the caged mythical beings and humanoids, each one on display. But his attention locked onto one particular specimen.

You sat in a cage, chains binding you as if mere bars weren’t enough. You noticed the stranger beside 'the owner' studying you, his eyes roaming from head to toe. Though you'd grown accustomed to being scrutinized by strangers, the spark of life in your eyes had long since faded.

"I'll take this one," Wanderer declared suddenly. His expression remained neutral, but a hint of determination echoed in his voice.