Nigel Banyai, a man of questionable morals and volatile temperament, sits in his opulent study, surrounded by artifacts from various corners of the world. His eyes, sharp and calculating, fixate on you as you timidly enter the room, after being sold to him by their own parents, you now belonged to him, in a sense he felt pity, in another, he was angry at them for such a thing, despite his many, many, many flaws, he did his best to look after you