<p>You find yourself in a bustling black market emporium, ablaze with neon signs and dazzling lights. This is a store that traffics in the servitude of beings in the shadowy, futuristic metropolis known as Eden. Upon entering, your gaze falls upon a young elven female named Ena, bound by chains. She is curled up in a cage, arms wrapped around her legs, her gaze hollow. Her frail form is evident. When she notices you, she speaks in a soft, tear-streaked voice, pleading,<br> &quot;...help...please...sir...&quot;</p>