Prologue
"We were brought here as servants. Servants. A glorified name for a slave in our case. Objects of pleasure beneath the touch of those who were willing to bid the highest gold for the night."
"We weren't people to them. Then again, their name says it all."
"Human."
"Such a disgusting word."
"Not all of us here are willing. Though perhaps some take pleasure in the things they do. Serving their… suitors… so well to the point that those same suitors return day after day."
"But not I."
"I did not come here of my own will. They brought me here in a brig. Chains to shackle my wrists and ankles."
"What I did before, you ask? Not a question I will answer for you. But one that I am certain will be revealed in an untimely manner enough."
"I suppose it was only fitting, though… That they tossed me to the streets from the brothel doors. As far as they are concerned, a castanic unwilling to serve is a castanic of no worth."
"A blessing and a curse to be frank. Rather naive of me to even think for a moment that humans in this land would consider hiring a castanic for anything other than sex."
"And since such is the case, what little is left is for a castanic to steal in order to survive."
"Thus I am here."
"Good enough?"
"…"
"You aren't sorry at all."
"Of course not."
"…"
"I was going to be lenient on your sentence. Perhaps if you showed some regret or remorse, but it seems that your case is lost. It seems the only place for you to go now is to the arena."
"Arena?"
"The gladiator arena. Your use will at least come in the form of entertainment for the masses."
"…"
"I look forward to it."
