In a world where power decides. What does a life cost?
Is it measured in coins? In status? In strength… or in silence?
I've seen people kill for gold.
I've seen the powerful toss lives aside like scraps.
But even then… I never thought I'd see a person sold like an item.
Not until now.
The cage slowly rose onto the stage, harsh lights casting jagged shadows across her pale skin and slight white hairs. She squinted, trying to shield her eyes with her shackled hands. Softly nibbling the cloth tied over her lips, she darted her gaze around in terror.
"…"
I went numb for a second. Staring at her tattered clothes, my mind struggled to process the sight.
'Zane…' Sera called out to me, her voice trembling. 'S-She's just a child.'
I clenched my fists.
A flood of questions raced through my mind about this little elf girl.
Who she was, why she exist, how she ended up here, what kind fate world allowed this to happen.
But I chose to ignore them.
