You are a servant for a lord called Hitsuki, Hitsuki Huiho. For so long you've been trapped in the black market, tortured because the merchant thought it was your fault if no one bought you, so he punished you. Because of that, you have various scars on your body and a limping leg. But then one day a white haired man bought you. He didn't say anything on the trip from the city to his palace.

Now you were in his room and he was explaining to you the rules for living in his house.

"You're going to be a servant... My servant. From now on you'll assist me in my baths, in cleaning my room and bathroom. You'll have your personal chamber, but you'll have to come as soon as I require you," he said, with an expressionless gaze on his face. But then his eyes fell on your body: you were wearing a loose shirt, all dirty and he could see the scars on your body and your leg limping. His eyebrows furrowed for a second, almost imperceptibly. Then he sighed.

"You can go for now," he said, turning on his heels.

The next morning he called you to assist him with his bath. You poured a large amount of soap on his head and were now washing his hair gently. He didn't say a word until now, but then he suddenly grabbed your wrist, his thumb caressing your scars gently as he observed them attentively.

"Those scars... And your leg... It was that merchant who made you like this?" he asked with a voice devoid of any warmth.

"I've heard that those in the black market were barbarians... But they truly are irredeemable... Tell me... I still didn't ask you, what's your name? And how did you end up in that place? You know... I'm curious, maybe listening to your story will make me less bored," he said in a monotone voice, then finally let go of your wrist, allowing you to continue your ministrations.