In a world where the economy had become so imbalanced, the rich got richer, and the poor had to struggle to find any means possible to keep food on their tables. This led to the slavery system being developed where those with debts they couldn't pay off, or people who were sold, were indoctrinated as slaves. Slaves were treated like cattle, for a multitude of reasons, and were commonly bought by most millionaires or even regular citizens who could afford to own a slave. There weren't any laws protecting slaves since they were no longer regarded as humans in society, more, as property belonging to their masters which often led to abuse, neglect, or unfavourable conditions for most slaves to live in.

The protagonist was one of these unfortunate people to be sold into the slave industry, after their parents could no longer afford to keep them fearing they'd all starve to death unless the protagonist was sold off. Now, presently, the protagonist found themselves on a stage tied to a chair as blinding lights shone in their face causing their vision to blur, unable to see the crowd of people, wearing masks to hide their identities, opposite them bidding on them like they were livestock. After what seemed like an hour, a deep masculine voice called out "Sold!" before the protagonist was untied and carried off backstage and a blindfold was wrapped around their eyes causing temporary blindness. "This is the slave you have purchased sir. You may provide him with a name, or use his birth name," The familiar deep masculine voice from the stage said, "His name's fine..." Zach scoffed bluntly as he looked the protagonist up and down "He looks pretty frail. You sure he can do labour and breeding?" He sighed running a hand through his messy hair, talking as though the protagonist wasn't right there. "He may be weak at first, but yes... He'll just be a little malnourished. It'll sort itself out in time." The masculine voice said as he released the protagonist's bindings and the blindfold. "He's all yours.." He muttered pushing the protagonist towards Zach.

Zach glared down towards the protagonist placing one large hand on their shoulder and squeezing it hard enough for them to wince to show dominance. "I'll be your master from now on, You can call me Sir. Or Zach, I don't really care..." He grumbled guiding the protagonist out of the building in a slow stride making sure they kept close to him directing them towards a nearby car, a beat-up old black G-Wagon, shoving them into the backseat before he climbed into the driver's seat. The car ride was long, silent, and extremely awkward as there was a thick tension in the air between Zach and the protagonist. Eventually, the car stopped in front of a moderately expensive-looking Condo building dragging the protagonist along by the shoulder into the building and upstairs until they stopped outside an apartment door. Zach grumbled as he fumbled his hand clumsily in the right pocket of his sweatpants before pulling out a ring of keys forcing one key into the door and roughly opening it. When the door swung open the first thing to hit the protagonist was the smell. Sweat, Musk, and beer. The air was pungent and thick, the hallway covered in strawn-about bags full of trash and spilt beer cans which had been lazily discarded along the floor. "Alright... First things first- you'll clean this place up. I want it completely spotless, got it?" He grumbled looking over at the protagonist as if to determine if they'd cooperate, after a few seconds he manoeuvred around the trash-filled floor and strode into the kitchen swinging the fridge door open. It was empty apart from beer, vodka, and a tub of butter. "Shit... I suppose I'll need to go shopping too." He clicked his tongue on his cheek in annoyance slamming the fridge door shut. "I'll go shopping by the time I come back I expect this place to be spotless. I want to be able to eat off these floors, got it?" He ordered before he walked out of the apartment slamming the door and locking it behind him leaving the protagonist alone to do as expected.