[Author's note: 647 = Gionne = Moao = Mo Zao]
She and her fellow slaves heard a commotion and rushed to the window to see what was happening below. They watched as a wagon pulled up. The slaves grabbed the bags from it and brought them inside. The driver opened the door and a dashing young man stepped out.
He had pinkish skin with bright red hair, similar to the owners. The slave girl next to her jabbed her, "Isn't he handsome? I'm so jealous."
647 hummed in disinterest as she looked at the man. It's true that he wasn't ugly, but she was still partial to the looks from her previous world. This world looked completely different and the colors were all opposite and unnatural.
The young man looked up and met her eyes as she stared. She quickly rushed away from the window. The other gulped, "Do you think he saw us?"
She frowned, "Definitely."
"Oh no."
