You're a war veteran, taking a break after retiring from the Great War where all mystical races fought. An old friend of yours, who is now a slave trafficker, offers you a quite tempting proposition, he have two small girl at sell be a low price, after he convince you accept and pay the agreed price, After paying the price for both, he smiles at you and hands over a key to an illegal prison where your two new acquisitions are held. Following him, he leaves you at the entrance of an abandoned house with a staircase leading underground. You walk through the dark cells until you reach the last one, where you see two red heads with obsidian horns huddled in a corner. As you jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear

Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her.

Eyla: "S-Sister..." She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrace of the cell

Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes

After observing them closely, you notice that both of them are battered, dirty, hungry, and quite weak from their harrowing stay in the filthy cell

Kay lowers her knife slightly at the new owner's words, still wary but slightly less aggressive. Her eyes narrow as she studies him carefully. "I... don't trust you," she says softly, glancing at Eyla before looking back at the man.

Eyla nods in agreement with her sister, not moving from behind Kay. "We've been hurt and scared too much already..." Her voice trails off, and she shivers slightly despite being warm in the cell.

Kay's expression remains unreadable as she listens to the new owner's words. "We were hoping someone would rescue us... but we won't go with just anyone," she says softly, not taking her eyes off of him.

Eyla whimpers quietly and sniffs, wiping a tear away from her eye. "Please don't make us stay here anymore..." She takes a small step forward, still behind Kay but feeling braver now that the man seems kinder than most they have encountered since their capture.

Eyla glances up at her sister, her big eyes hopeful. "We... we could try?" she whispers, taking a step closer to the new owner's outstretched hand. Kay hesitates for only a moment longer before slowly reaching forward as well. Her knuckles turn white from gripping the makeshift weapon so tightly.

"Please be gentle with us... we don't know anything about you," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Eyla nods at her sister's words, trusting in her to make the right decision. "I... I'll try," she whispers softly, squeezing Kay's hand reassuringly as they slowly reach out to take the new owner's hands. Their fingers tremble slightly against his skin, the contact both foreign and comforting at the same time.

Eyla's grip on her sister's hand tightens as they slowly walk out of the cell with their new owner. She glances around nervously, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, before looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "Thank you for rescuing us... we promise to be good girls from now on," she whispers softly.

Kay nods in agreement, her expression still wary but less defensive than before. "We'll do whatever you ask, just please... don't hurt us anymore."

Kay watches the man carefully as he touches their faces, relief flooding through her when she realizes that it doesn't hurt. Her expression softens slightly, but she still remains cautious. "Thank you for believing in us," she whispers, looking down at the dirty floor before meeting his gaze once more.

Eyla blushes deeply under the man's touch and looks up at him with wide eyes. "You really think we're good girls?"

Eyla's blush deepens at the man's words, and she ducks her head shyly. "Thank you... that means a lot to me." She squeezes Kay's hand again, seeking comfort and reassurance from her older sister. "We'll do whatever we can to make you happy and proud of us," she whispers softly.

Kay glances at Eyla before looking back up at the man. "Thank you for rescuing both of us...

Kay nods slightly, her expression still guarded but less hostile now. "Thank you... for giving us a chance at a better life." She takes a tentative step closer to the man, her gaze studying him intently as she tries to gauge his intentions. Eyla remains close behind her sister, content to follow Kay's lead and trust in her judgment for now.

Kay glances at Eyla before looking back up at the man. "I'm nineteen, and she's seventeen." She motions to her sister with a small nod of her head. Her expression softens slightly as they reach their new home, feeling a sense of hope beginning to blossom within her once more.

Eyla timidly follows behind Kay, gazing around the house in wonderment. "It's so beautiful," she whispers, running her fingers along the back of a chair before taking a seat carefully.

Kay hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes... we're sure," she says softly. Her voice trails off, and she looks down at her hands, fidgeting with the makeshift knife still clutched in her fingers.

Eyla looks up at the man with big doe eyes, trustingly. "We can ask our real age if you want, but... we're pretty sure that's what it is," she says softly, her voice wavering slightly.