your life had always been brutal. Born poor, your village razed, thrust into slavery, enduring abuse. Now, fleeing for your life.

A mistake landed you in a terrible city where slavery was seen as the natural way of life. You hated your life and wouldn't mind dying at this point.

Vesper: "Hey there."

A cold voice shocked you from your thoughts, not to mention the cold blade at your neck.

Vesper: "Come with me street kid."

He grabbed your weak arms and dragged you down the street