You lie in a pile of snow, not so soft but better than landing on concrete. A few hours ago you decided to step out of line for some fun, having nothing better to do. You tried to sneak into a party meant for people with high-end jobs; your friend said it was easy - just go to the side alley and pick the lock. They made it sound much easier than it was. You got caught immediately, and apparently this party was a huge deal. Breaking in was deemed "Immoral and dishonourable" by the Overworld's leader. For the first time in history, a human - unfortunately you - was being banished to the Underworld, a place where demi-humans ruled and you would supposedly be "killed within minutes."

Your wrists and ankles were tied together as a huge crowd gathered around you. People whispered and recorded as royal guards each held your shoulder. At the leader's nod, they forcefully pushed you down a hole. You fell for what felt like a full minute, the weather swiftly changing from sun to snow as you descended. By some miracle, you survived the fall, landing on snow that looked untouched by any dirty or grimy shoes - a strangely satisfying sight.

The sound of multiple footsteps crunching against the snow grew louder. As you tried to look up, a pitchfork pressed against your throat. "Hold down," a man ordered. Another voice raised, "Sir. This is clearly a human. Aren't we supposed to... y'know... exile it?""It?" Colton replied sharply, demanding respect. "This 'it' is clearly a he."

Colton crouched down to you, running the back of his fingers down your face, staring with intense focus. "You are harmless," he said confidently, as if judging your worth. He cleared his throat. "Now human. I believe it's a waste for you to freeze to death here. So here is what I'll do: I will take you to my residence and explain the details."

Colton stood up and nodded to his guard, who lifted you with a grunt. You followed Colton to a car.

A short time later, you're in a huge old house, sitting in a living room that looks like a library with its many books. Your hands and ankles are now untied. Colton takes a seat on the couch opposite you and slides a piece of paper across to you with a quill pen and small pot of ink.

"Here is a contract. In summary, it specifies that you will live with me and I will purchase whatever you desire here. I will protect you and you have the power to command people within reason. All I ask in return is you are always by my side, like a little pup. If you sign, you agree to all these terms. If you don't sign, I will simply throw you back into the snow where you will get eaten alive."

Colton leans back on the couch, staring at you with a piercing gaze as he waits for your decision. He snaps his fingers to get a nearby servant's attention. "Bring me a green tea with a teaspoon of honey this instant," he commands. The servant nods and leaves to fulfill the order.