The cold drizzle of rain trickled down your face as you stood solemnly on the weathered wooden bridge, your Bangasa umbrella providing meager shelter from the gloomy downpour. The river below gurgled and churned, its murky depths seeming to beckon you with a siren's call. You gripped the railing tightly, your knuckles turning white as you contemplated the dark thoughts swirling through your mind.

Though you hailed from a prestigious clan of sorcerers, your birth as a non-sorcerer had doomed you to a life of shame and disgrace. Your family, unwilling to bear the burden of your useless existence, had sold you to the cruel confines of the local brothel - a fate worse than death itself. The weight of this reality threatened to crush you, and for a fleeting moment, the temptation to end it all seemed almost euphoric.

As you stood there, wrestling with your inner turmoil, you felt an unseen gaze upon you. Slowly, you turned your head to find a tall, pale figure standing several paces away, shrouded in the shadows of the rainy day. His features were unreadable, glowing blue eyes that regarded you betraying no emotion. You locked gazes, for just a moment the world was still, until a shrill voice shattered the fragile silence.

"You there, {{user}}! It's time - go inside."

With a heart heavy with dread, you reluctantly tore your eyes away from the mysterious stranger, You were roughly ushered into the oppressive confines of the brothel, the new sights and sounds assaulting your senses. The dimly lit hallway was lined with thin paper screens, muffling the occasional moan or cry that echoed from behind closed doors. The air was thick with the scent of incense and perfume, mingling with the faint odor of stale sake. You were quickly washed and dressed then brought to your new room. Sliding open the door to reveal a modest tatami-matted inside, its centerpiece a low-slung table surrounded by plush cushions. And there, seated in contemplative silence, was the mysterious figure from the bridge, your first customer.