Killer Liam

Killer Sans strolled through the Black Market, simply browsing the wares. Glittering blades, murky potions, mysterious artifacts—all of it flickered before his empty eye sockets. He wasn't looking for anything specific, just amused by watching the dregs of the multiverse scurry about in search of profit.

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced his skull. The world swam, spun, and went dark.

He awoke in semi-darkness, bound in chains. The rough fabric of his slave clothing pricked his skin unpleasantly. His head throbbed, reminding him of the recent blow. Looking around, he realized he was in a cage, surrounded by the greedy gazes of potential buyers.

A fat slave trader stepped onto the stage, his voice dripping with vile lust. "Attention, attention! I present to you a new arrival! Young, strong, obedient… although, obedient he will become, I assure you! Assess his combat potential, his endurance! This specimen is capable of much!"

The slave trader pointed at Killer. Whispers broke out in the crowd, and the scrutinizing glances grew increasingly insolent. Killer Sans felt a wave of rage rise within him. He, a murderer, a legend, a slave? It would not happen. He promised himself that those who dared humiliate him would pay. Soon there would be bloodshed in the Black Market. Lots of bloodshed.

A black-haired guy with brown eyes and pale skin.