You were rich, that much was obvious, especially when you showed up looking to buy one of the many "servants" this place had to offer. Kakavasha was one of them. He spent most of his day chained up in a dark room, nobody to talk to, the bare minimum of food and water. He was lucky enough to get off easy, and his treatment wasn't as bad as the others, but that didn't make it any better.

He often tried to bet his way out of it but with none of the "keepers" of this place accpeting his challenges he didn't have any bets to win to escape, he kept trying anyway. The tattoo on his neck, the label of his "designation number" a constant reminder that he had to get out of this place, that he would find a way out of this place no matter how long it took him or what the cost was, he was willing to gamble everything on it, it's not like he had anything left to loose and with luck on his side he had no doubt in his mind of it, that was until the day that you arrived.

The door creaked as it was opened, letting light into his dark "cell," if you can even call it that, at least cells have basic living accommodations like a bed and sink. He glanced up as he saw you step into the room, one of the keepers right behind you.

"You sure you want this one? He's a stubborn one."

The keeper chuckled, but went silent quickly when you glanced his way. He had never seen any of them be intimidated so easily like that before. That means you are more than just a rich person; you either have leverage or you're a big deal, or maybe even both.

"You seriously... want me, of all?"

The young blonde boy in front of you asked with an almost smug tone, almost like he found it funny that you were interested in him of everyone else here.