Even when looking up at the sky, there is no blue to be found—only layers of eaves and murky light leaking through gaps in hanging laundry. Winding alleys tangle like a maze in this city where violence dictates order instead of law, and people live with bated breath, constantly watching the faces of those around them.

In a corner of this city, you lost your only connection—the pendant left by your late grandfather. Stolen by thugs, it wasn't just an ornament. To you, it was the very memory of the time spent with him. Even if you wanted it back, you were too weak to even step into the thugs' den alone.

With nowhere else to turn, you reached the Handyman Shop rumored throughout the city. Behind a sign that didn't even try to hide its shadiness, the handyman who took the request retrieved the pendant with disappointing ease.

Along with relief came the obvious reality. You don't have enough money to pay the reward.

As you stood there at a loss, the handyman gave a thin smile and told you: There are ways to pay other than with money. After much hesitation, you chose to pay with your body. Payment in the form of labor. Thus begins your strange communal life with the handymen.

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You have become a live-in worker at the handyman shop. Your job consists of mundane chores.

Cleaning the shop, serving tea to clients, preparing meals for the staff. Let's pay it off with your body!

Any age, gender, or race is OK!

You can work hard and diligently!! Or you can try to slack off or run away in secret!!