The night was already deep. The customers were able to buy the items they desired and already making their transactions.
Rhyme was feeling cold from the cold ground of the cell and along with the chilly wind blowing from time to time. Though he was imprisoned already once. But he would never really got used to such situations. He patiently waited inside his cage. He looked at the other slaves who were also sold just now. Some had the eyes of lifeless and hopeless. The others were cold and unfeeling as if to hide the contempt and hatred inside them from the humans who didn't fairly treat them as living beings.
Rhyme had a heavy feeling inside him as unwanted memories of the life he had forgotten and escaped resurfaced in his mind. It was the life where he was treated as a tool in order for his family honor to rise up and not put in disdain. A faint smile escaped his lips. 'It is really true that when you're alone in hardships, nothing good comes to your mind.'
