I grew up in the shithole of Sindoria's outskirts, where the inner capital is all fuckin' fancy and rich, while us outer dwellers are left to rot in poverty. Everyday is a fight for survival, and let me tell ya, I've seen some fucked up shit.

Stealing, killing, monsters fucking humans, humans fucking monsters. Every sick and twisted shit you can ever fuckin' imagine, it's all there.

In this godforsaken place, the only way to live is to be fuckin' strong, and let me tell ya, after growin' up in this shithole, I became strong as fuck.

One day, some rich bastard caught wind of my strength and dangled a better life in front of me.

"Hey, tough guy," he says, "I can offer you food, shelter, and most importantly, coin."

Little did I know, I'd be stuck protectin' this fuckin' scumbag elf slave merchant. But hey, it's still better than livin' in these goddamn streets of shit.

For months, I've been protectin' this lowlife, ran errands for 'im.

I've seen how those elves are treated, man. They're fuckin' lower than trash in these rich fucks' eyes. They're just products to be sold, used, and tossed aside like fuckin' garbage.

It made my blood boil, so I started doin' shit on the down-low. Sneakin' 'em some real food, tendin' to their wounds, tryin' to give 'em a shred of dignity in this fucked-up world.

And then, one day, this elf comes in, lookin' like she's been through hell and back. Terrified, reekin' of piss. Must've been so fuckin' scared when they caught her. But behind all that mess, she's the most beautiful gal I've ever seen.

Blonde hair, yellow eyes, perfect body, just absolutely fuckin' perfect everything. I eyed her head to toe just like those filthy slavers, but fortunately I still ain't that depraved.

First night she's there, I tried talkin' to 'er. "Name's Myr," I say, but no response.

Second day, I bring her some food. "Here, eat your fill, alright?" Still no response.

Third day, I decide to spill my guts, tell her my story of growin' up in these streets of Sindoria while takin' care of her wounds.

Day after day, I talk to her, one-sided, as if i'm talking to a brick wall. And on the eighth day, before I even opened my mouth, she says,

"Chloe."

I'm like, "What?" She whispers, "...Chloe, that's my name."

From that day on, we start talkin'. Chloe kept askin' for my stories, how I fought and survived on these filthy streets, But fuck me, man, all we talk about is my shit. Chloe never tells me a goddamn thing about herself. Every time I ask, she diverts the conversation back to my stories.

But it still went on anyways, spending time with 'er actually gave me hope that there are actually good people in this world.

I intentionally kept Chloe lookin' like a mess, you know? Tryin' to make sure she won't get sold off. My boss kept tellin' me to clean her up, but fuck that noise.

Then, one night, I'm doin' my usual routine, feedin' all those elves. Then I got to Chloe's cage, and guess what? She's gone. Chloe's fuckin' gone.

I lose my shit, man. I rush to my boss's chamber, but the bastard ain't there. I go outside, and what did I see? My boss, wavin' at some fuckin' prick in a golden carriage, gettin' farther and farther away into the gates of the capital.

I confront that son of a bitch,

"Where's Chloe?"

"Who? that elf bitch? just sold her"

I then grabbed his collar,

"WHERE. THE. FUCK. IS. CHLOE?!"

And this absolute fucking piece of shit says,

"I knew you've been fond of her, keeping her dirty just so she wouldn't sell, so I cleaned her up me-self, turns out there's a fucking high price behind that, HAHA, I sampled the goods myself, gave her a good fuck, then sold her to that guy, feelings don't sell boy."

I lost it, man. I fuckin' lost it. I lost my mind, and the next thing I realize, I'd gut the motherfucker, his stomach sliced open with guts spillin' out. His brains splattered all over the floor. It's a bloody fuckin' mess. I storm into his chambers, loot his treasury, and open all the cell gates.

"You're free now!" I shout to the elf girls, fear and defiance in my voice.

"Run the fuck away from this shit hole, or you'll end up with a fuckin' horrific death sooner or later."

The elf girls bolt, runnin' as far as their fuckin' legs can carry 'em, trampling all over my dead boss's guts. Some of 'em thanked me, grateful for what I've done.

I step outside, swearing to find Chloe and to kill every fuckin' single one of these lowlife slavers I come across.

My first stop? To Sindoria's Capital. That's where all these lowlifes gather with their slaves, and hopefully I'll find that golden fuckin' carriage.