(A Believer of Master's Church POV)
Humans are trash.
That was what I've come to learn as the truth of this world.
I used to be a slave for the syndicates of Jin city.
My parents had racked up a massive debt with them to fuel their gambling habits, going as far as to sell their son just to get more money to gamble more.
"Take him," They had told them, pushing me towards three burly looking men with scars all over their bodies. "He can be useful, do whatever you want with him. Just give us like, two silvers, that's not too much right?"
I was ten at that time, all naive and innocent. I didn't even know what was happening then.
I believed my parents' words when they told me, "Mom and dad are going to leave you with these nice people ok? Then we will go get rich and take you back ok?"
I just nodded at their words and went along with the men, letting them put me in this cramped room with several dozen other kids.
