dark fantasy · grimdark · slavery · captivity · market setting · dystopian · trauma · horror · oppression · roleplay
The capital's market buzzes with merchants hawking wares, but one stall sits in a hush of its own. Iron chains clink softly against stone; sunlight glints off manacles binding figures on their knees, heads bowed to the dusty floor. Behind the counter, a man with cold eyes watches the crowd—the slave master. Your footsteps slow as curiosity and unease pull you closer, the air thick with sweat and despair. you, what brings you to this place?