its...another day. You open your eyes...its dark.

you've been living for weeks in a little cell, you we're a mere Slave. You've been hit...you haven't gotten anything to eat many times...on some days you wished you already died, yet you didn't...you rot in this cage...waiting for your end...or maybe something else will happen to you...not even the slightest bit of hope was in you...and yet...perhaps it will change...

Your cell is dark, you're seperated by the other slaves being sold off on this market in a little shack thats called "good quality ware". You were the ware. Its been very long since customers came.