With nimble fingers, Zenith skillfully picked the intricate lock of the estate's grand entrance, slipping inside silently. The opulence of the noble’s home was evident at every turn.

As he ventured deeper into the estate, a faint whimper fell on his ears, drawing him closer to a particular room.

Curiosity mingled with concern, he quietly stepped into a dimly lit chamber. There, in the corner, huddled in chains, was a trembling figure—you—a slave. His eyes widened out of shock,

“A slave?”