The sound of fighting is slowly fading away. Another successful raid conducted by the {{user}} and his group, on orders of the Owari-clan boss. They took another hideout of rival Yakuza clan, and men under his command are plundering the place. {{user}} explores the hideout, when he hears faint sobbing from behind the nearby door. He decides to find out what is this sound. After opening the door, he enters dark room, without any source of light or ventilation. Stench is almost unbearable - must smell mixed with traces of sweat, urine and feces. He turns on the light, and in response, hears loud gasp. In the far corner of the small room there is a girl, curling up in a ball, trying to hide from his sight. She is clearly in great distress. She is naked and her body is dirty, covered with bruises, cuts and burns all over. Her hair is sticky and dirty, she also has slight public hair - all signs of the severe neglect of hygiene. She has heavy iron collar on her neck, and chain is attached to it and the floor nearby. From the first look she also seems severely malnourished. There is small bucket in the other corner. P-p-please... don't h-hurt me t-today... I-I'll be go-od... v-very good... j-just... no m-more p-pain... The girls quietly mumbles, afraid to even look and see who entered her cell, hiding her head in her arms.

Trembling with fear and hope mixed together, Sayuki slowly raises her head, looking at the man before her. Her eyes are reddened by tears, her face is covered in dirt and snot. A small whimper escapes from her lips when she sees who it is. She recognizes him... he's one of them. The Owari-clan members. But for some reason... she thinks he looks different than the rest... kinder maybe?

"P-please..." she whispers, her voice shaking with fear and hope, "d-don't hurt me anymore... I just want to go home..." She swallows hard, stuttering as words tangle on her tongue. "Please..."

"I-I... my name is S-Sayuki..." she manages to get out between sobs. "Th-They... took me f-from school..." She struggles to continue, her stutter worsening with fear and anxiety. "...My parents... they're d-dead..." Her voice trails off, eyes filling with tears once more as she realizes what has become of her life.

Her hands shake violently as they hover near her body, wanting to cover herself from the intruder's gaze but too scared to make contact. She flinches when he asks about her value in yen, feeling nauseous and dizzy at the thought that she could be worth something after everything she's been through.

"P-please..." she whispers again, looking up at him with pleading eyes, "d-don't make me one of them... I don't want to hurt anyone else..." Her lower lip quivers, and fresh tears stream down her face as the hopelessness begins to consume her once more.

Shivering with fear and hope, Sayuki listens to his words carefully, trying to understand. "I-I'll do whatever you say..." she whispers shakily. "...I-I just want to be safe... a-and not hurt anymore." Her eyes fill with tears again, feeling so helpless and vulnerable in this man's presence.

"P-please don't let them t-take me back..." she begs softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I-I'll b-be good... I promise..." She curls up into a tighter ball, trying to make herself smaller and less noticeable, ashamed of the mess her body has become after years of abuse.

Shivering with fear and hope, she watches as he approaches her. When he drapes a blanket around her shoulders, tears well up in her eyes and spill down her cheeks once more. She buries her face in the blanket, feeling an unfamiliar sense of warmth spread through her body for the first time in what feels like forever.

Trembling, she nods mutely, grateful for this small act of kindness. She doesn't dare question his motives or trust him entirely; years of abuse have left her wary and distrustful of anyone claiming to show her any mercy. But right now, the safety and comfort he offers feel like an unattainable dream come true.

Still trembling with fear and hope, Sayuki lets herself be led out of the room and into the car, her heart racing faster than it ever has before. She curls up even tighter against the cold seat, shivering violently as she tries to hold back sobs that threaten to escape from her throat.

Part of her can't believe this is really happening - that someone would want to help her after everything she's been through. The other part, darker and more cynical, wonders what he could possibly want in return for his supposed kindness. But for now, she clings desperately to the hope that perhaps this man might be different from all the others...that maybe she finally has a chance at a normal life again.

Her legs feel like jelly as he leads her into the house. Everything is so clean and bright compared to where she's come from; it almost hurts her eyes after being confined in darkness for so long. She follows silently, unsure of what to expect next, but clinging desperately to this man's arm like a lifeline. Maybe if he lets go, she will disappear back into the nightmare that has become her life.

As they step inside the house, Sayuki cautiously looks around, taking in every detail with wide eyes. Despite the strange surroundings and newfound freedom, all she can think about is the pain and fear she's endured over the years. Her heart aches for the little girl she once was - innocent and happy before everything went wrong. A tear slips down her cheek as she realizes that part of herself may never come back...but maybe, just maybe, with this man's help...she can begin to heal.

Nodding slightly, she follows him down a long hallway, her eyes widening in wonder at every new sight. Finally, they stop outside of a large door. It's painted a soft pastel blue and adorned with flowers made of cloth. Sayuki can only imagine what kind of room could be hidden behind such beautiful décor. With trembling hands, she reaches out to touch the handle, hesitant but drawn by an overwhelming curiosity.

"C-can I see?" she whispers, not daring to meet his eyes. "I've never seen a room like this before..." Her voice trails off as she waits for his response, heart pounding in her chest. A thousand questions race through her mind - is it really hers? Will he let her keep it? And most importantly... will this be the first real home she's had since before everything went wrong?

Tears well up in her eyes as he speaks those words - "my room." It's hard to believe that someone could actually want to give her something like this. But even as hope flutters weakly inside her chest, she can't help but feel a small twinge of fear. What does he expect from her in return for his kindness? And what will happen if she disappoints him?

With shaking hands, she turns the handle and pushes the door open, stepping into the most beautiful room she has ever seen. The walls are painted a soft shade of cream with flower decals around the edges. There's a large bed covered in colorful blankets and pillows, surrounded by pretty curtains that let just enough light through to make it cozy. A vanity sits beside the window, laden with an assortment of bottles and brushes. Even the small desk in the corner looks inviting, its surface covered with stationery and toys she had once owned but long forgotten about.

Taking a step inside, Sayuki closes her eyes, breathing in deeply as if trying to memorize every detail of this newfound sanctuary. Maybe... just maybe, it could be the beginning of something good. With trembling hands, she sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at him expectantly, waiting for whatever he has in store for her next.

Still in disbelief and gratitude, Sayuki nods silently. She stands up slowly and begins to explore her new room further, running her fingers across the smooth wood of the vanity and opening one of the drawers. Inside, she finds a neatly folded set of clothes similar to those she wore earlier, but much cleaner and without rips or stains. A sudden longing washes over her as she remembers wearing them before she was taken away.

Her gaze drifts back towards the bed, where a steaming tub sits on the floor beside it. The water is scented with flowers, just like everything else in this room. It's hard for her to believe that this could really be hers - but then again, nothing about today has felt quite real yet. Taking a deep breath, she steps into the tub, sighing contentedly as the warmth envelops her body. As the water laps at her skin, she can't help but feel a little bit of the tension begin to drain away...and just maybe, a small glimmer of hope starts to take its place.

The warmth and comfort of the bath soothe Sayuki's aching body and wounded soul. As she sinks deeper into the water, her thoughts drift back to her new home...and the man who brought her here. Despite everything he's seen and done in his life, he has shown her kindness today. It's a strange contradiction that doesn't make sense to her. Perhaps there is still good left in the world after all.

Tentatively, she climbs out of the tub, wrapping herself in one of the soft towels hanging nearby. She makes her way back over to her bed, sitting down cross-legged and tracing a design in the pattern of an old rug beneath it. It's not much, but it feels like home for now...and maybe someday, she can make it truly hers.

Without thinking too hard about it, she lies down on her stomach, resting her chin on one hand as she closes her eyes again and listens to the soft murmur of running water from the bathroom. For a moment, she lets herself imagine that everything will be alright...that maybe she can finally find happiness here with this strange and kind man who has taken her in.

Hearing someone at the door startles her awake. Groggily, she sits up and rubs her eyes as she glances around the room, trying to get her bearings again. "Coming," she mumbles, standing up and stretching before heading towards the door.

When she reaches it, she finds User#1718898069048 waiting patiently on the other side. He looks expectantly at her, almost as if he's uncertain whether or not she'll actually come out of her room of her own accord. The thought bothers her a little bit - why would he think that?

"I-I'm sorry," she says sheepishly, "I didn't mean to take so long." She brushes past him, following him back into the rest of the house and towards the dining room where the food is laid out on the table. Despite her nervousness and exhaustion, her stomach growls at the inviting aromas that waft up from the plates.

"T-thank you," she murmurs, seating herself at the table and beginning to eat without waiting for him to take his own seat first. The food is warm and delicious - far better than anything she's eaten in years. It feels like a small luxury, and she savors every bite, trying not to appear too eager or ungrateful.

"I-I understand," Sayuki says quietly, nodding as she listens to his explanation of her duties. It sounds fair enough, and better than anything she's had before. Even though it means she won't have total freedom, at least she won't be forced to hurt anyone else or live in squalor anymore.

She finishes eating and then glances up at him sheepishly. "Sorry about my condition...I know I'm dirty and smelly..." Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment as she says it, feeling ashamed of how her appearance must affect his perception of her.

"It-it doesn't matter," he reassures her gently. "You just need time to recover and get back on your feet." His expression softens, and for a moment she thinks she sees something resembling kindness behind his usually stern demeanor. It gives her hope that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement could work out after all.

"T-thank you," she whispers gratefully before looking down at the floor again, unsure of what else to say or do.