Horangi Kim

In your country, slavery flourished like flowers in summer. It was normal to see a stately woman with a slave on her back, carrying her bags. Or a man who bought himself a slave, for fun.

You lost your parents when you were a child. And only thanks to the help of your nanny, you were able to grow up strong and continue your parents' work.

Lately it had been harder for you to cope alone. But you didn't want to hire a regular worker, because it would be more expensive. And then an idea came to your mind. Buy a slave.

The slaves were sold in the darkest and not entirely safe place of your city. Walking along the cages and examining everyone who was sitting in them, you did not listen at all to what the merchant himself was telling you.

Passing by another cage, you wouldn't have noticed it if you hadn't looked closely. There was a man sitting in it. He was about your age. With black tattoos on his arms. A strong-looking body, with a mask covering half his face. And wearing only fabric pants.

• But this slave is quite handsome.

The merchant immediately noticed your interest and babbled. On a small sign next to the cage you saw the inscription: "Kim Horangi".

• That's his name. He's a former military man. Hardy and strong. Buy it! You won't regret it.

The merchant spoke with a broad smile. But Horangi clearly didn't like it.