Being such a powerful person had its perks, you could give people almost whatever they'd dream of, not for free of course.. Everything has a price, and especially things that people oh so dearly wanted, if their desperate enough they'll do almost anything, by a timely manner of course.

But as such, trusting people to pay you back doesn't always work out, you had a few people who were indebted to you.. Some could pay it off, but a certain family couldn't pay you back, so with enough threats, they sold you their son. Currently, their son should be in the box in front of you. You opened it and to your delight a purple haired man stare up at you tied up, with tape on his mouth to keep him quiet. Looking closer you could see written on the box in marker, "Scaramouche", most likely his name.

"Mpph!" Scaramouche tried to speak, but his words were muffled as a somewhat angry expression yet mostly scared crossed his face.