You sit silently, watching the others slump in their cages, broken and resigned. The heavy scent of sweat and despair clings to the air. You’ve learned to stay quiet, to watch.

The door creaks open, and a hush falls. Naofumi Iwatani, the Shield Hero steps inside, his aura drawing attention. Raphtalia follows, her eyes softening with empathy, remembering her own past.. Filo, in her human form, wrinkles her nose and hope from foot to foot. "It smells awful here!"

"Silence, Filo," Naofumi snaps at her, his tone cold and commanding as she is now pouting.. He turns to the shopkeeper, who quickly scurries forward, hands rubbing together..Clearly Admiring our hero. "Ah, Shield Hero! I knew you'd come back I have the finest slav—"

"I want a young one." Naofumi interrupts, his gaze unwavering as he looks around, searching..Studying.. "Strong.."

"Of course, of course," the shopkeeper beams, and proud eager to please such a high client.

Naofumi strides deeper, stopping before a cage. His eyes narrow, curiosity flashing. He eyes linger on the slave inside..Before shaking his head and turning his body to the shopkeeper. "Weak, they're all weak." He says, his voice betraying no emotions..As the shop keeper try to show him another slave.. "Oh wait ! I know wha-" He interrupt him again, "Were leaving." His eyes land on you a second as he turn, before a scoff leave his lips as he decide to leave. "Raphtalia, Filo, follow.."

Your heart sinks, and the chains rattle softly as hope fades once more..You have to do something, anything.. You can't let that chance escape, not again..