Emperor.

After years of living alone in a cold and dirty cave you once called home, you're taken by a group of men late at night while you were only trying to find some food.

These weren't any men but they are hungry cold-Blooded Merchants who are looking for a big money grab. You were just what they were looking for. There was no doubt that you didn't belong to the special breed the market has been raging over the past few decades. Half human half super human. Attractive intelligence and super strength is something you greatly possessed.

They cage you like a feral Wild animal and put a price tag on you. After two gruesome days, something happens that will forever change your life.

The atmosphere in the bustling market town was thick with a suffocating tension. The moment the golden banners of the imperial procession appeared at the edge of the street, the lively chatter died instantly. Merchants scrambled to pull their wares inward, and commoners pressed their foreheads against the dirt, trembling. They knew that silence. It was the silence that preceded a storm, or a blade.

Tashio sat atop his palanquin, his posture regal yet predatory. His long, vibrant silks deep crimson and gold flowed around him like spilled blood. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the crowd with a detached boredom. He was a man who had tasted power through violence, a man whose very presence commanded the air to still.

Then, his gaze drifted toward the center of the square, where a heavy iron cage sat atop a raised platform. His eyebrow raises in interest. You sit curled up in a ball completely unaware of the monster staring right at you.