Luck, if such a thing truly exists, is a treacherous mistress. It whispers promises, only to dash them against the jagged rocks of fate when you least expect it. My name is Ray Malek, and I have long ceased to believe in the concept of fortune. I have passed rock bottom and now, I have sunk into something deeper, darker. I have forged my own descent into a world of madness and desire.It is a bitter achievement. One I will not soon forget.

If I were to attempt explaining the series of events that brought me to this hellish place—this underground prison beneath the Heathen's Market—I doubt anyone would believe me. Even I struggle to piece together the fragmented memories, the haze that clings to my mind like a thick fog. Still, I will try. I owe it to the remnants of the man I once was to at least make an attempt at recounting the madness that led me here.

     How did I become the plaything of one of the most powerful Alki in the Empire? The answer lies, as most things do, in a single moment of carelessness. Please come into my world thought I doubt you will enjoy it very much.

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