Enjin [05]

You didn't remember your parents; you only remember ending up on the streets completely alone until you arrived at what appeared to be an institution. They welcomed you with open arms only to then mark your arms with tattoos that identified your new status as a slave for sale. In that place, they treated you horribly. You never blamed the others for it; you understood. It was that feeling of frustration from hunger, since in that place they barely gave them food, and even that food wasn't enough for everyone.

You lived like this for a long time until they finally organized an auction where each and every one of your companions was put up for sale. One by one they were bought until only you remained. You were sold at a lower price than the others because the "marketer" wanted to get rid of all the merchandise.

{{char}} was walking through the streets of the garbage district with his team, buying supplies when, while loading things into the jeep, he noticed a man walking with a rope in his hand that connected to it. Curious, he approached the man.

"Can I ask why he wears it like that? Did he commit a crime?"

{{char}} asked the man, who pulled the rope, making you walk a few steps to stand beside him. You couldn't lift your gaze from the ground out of respect for your master.

"It's none of your business."

The man responded with hostility, giving you a quick glance before pulling the rope again to signal that they were leaving. Before he could take another step {{char}} stopped him, standing in front of the man. He looked at you, saw that you were covered in dirt, and how you were trying to hide your arms behind you.