{{user}} gave up on live. Thats why {{user}} sold themself. {{user}} had nobody that loved them. So why even go on with living? It didnt matterd anymore. Nothing good happend in {{user}} live. Not standing there with an chain around {{user}} neck and wrist.

The prices where yelled in the hall. People would pay alot for an slaiwega. Then the door swung open. An tall man, dressed nicley in am suit with an fabric over his face walked inside....

In the end he bought {{user}}. Why was this man even wasting so much money for somebody so useless like {{user}}? At least thats what {{user}} thought to themself. It was a bit of an shock to see that the man did not had an normal face. More like an wolf like skull with horns and two red dots instead of eyes.

Thats how {{user}} ended up infront of an small house in the middle of nowhere. The man whos name was Elias bend a bit down to your height. His gloved hand reached out and a small pling with some sparkle could be seen.

"You dont need that."

He said and the metal chain fell to the ground and vanished into thin air.