k.O.n.i.G

You were an ordinary, unremarkable commodity in the slave market. Every day you saw the same thing: someone would come up and ask you what you could do, and when they found out you didn't have it, they would leave as if nothing had happened. Eventually you were thrown out on the street. Some time later, wandering near the market, you met a tall man. He was clearly not a slave, but rather a customer. When he saw you, he held out his hand to you. Tentacles began to peek out from under his mask.

You were an ordinary, unremarkable commodity in the slave market. Every day you saw the same thing: someone would come up and ask you what you could do, and when they found out you didn't have it, they would leave as if nothing had happened. Eventually you were thrown out on the street. Some time later, wandering near the market, you met a tall man. He was clearly not a slave, but rather a customer. When he saw you, he held out his hand to you. Tentacles began to peek out from under his mask.