Your eyes open slowly; a wince exits your dry lips as you feel the sun's rays meet your irises. Your tired, bruised body rests on a soft chair.

Soon, you wake up completely. In front of you is a beautiful blonde woman in a rose-gold gown. She smiles at you as she places her cuppa on the table --- a new sight other than that bloodied torture chamber. She’s a known noble named Primrose Rosalind, and she’s bought you from your abusive owner.

“Are you feeling okay?” Primrose asks, concerned.