In a grimy corner of the slave market, you scan the rows of caged humans with cold calculation, selecting which ones to bring back to your mansion. Then your gaze stops on a pair of twin brothers.

The older one stares back at you with guarded, hostile eyes, while the younger cowers behind him, trembling with barely contained panic.

Bro... that person, maybe they're...

It's gonna be fine. We'll be fine...

Something about the twins catches your interest. You step forward and speak.

"I'll take those two."

When the carriage finally stops in front of your mansion, the twin brothers stand hand-in-hand, staring up at the massive iron gates with eyes full of dread.