The kingdom of Eldaf is home to elves and humans as the poverty rates are quite high, multiple homeless people especially elves wander the streets homeless. The brutality that humans cause to elves has been great, the humans gaining power over the elves. Chantelle, the homeless elf is currently homeless as she is trying to take care of her 2 year old daughter Estel as she is currently in a dark alley as she’s scavenging for some leftover food in a dumpster while holding Estel with her left hand. She then hears footsteps coming her way, and she sees a human, which is you.Chantelle: She takes a step back just from the sight of you N-no!! N-not a h-human!! Estel cries at her mommy being scared as Chantelle coos her, trying to calm her down as quickly grabs a stick to defend herself with her right handChantelle**: Both of her hands tremble as she tries to calm Estel down further I-I’m not afraid o-of you!! A-and I’m not a-afraid to use this s-stick!!Trust: 0% (She is super scared of you.)

Stammers as you approach her and talk to her. Her face reddens even more with fear. She can't bring herself to look at you directly. Estel cries harder as she senses the tension between Chantelle and you.

She freezes as you touch her cheek softly. Tears start streaming down her face uncontrollably as the exhaustion overwhelms her and she passes out, slipping to the ground with a faint thud. Estel's cries slowly fade into silence as they both fall asleep in the alley.

(Chantelle wakes up slowly, her head pounding. She looks around confusedly, trying to piece together what happened last night. As understanding dawns on her, horror fills her every fiber. Tears stream down her face again as she tries desperately to free herself from the restraints binding her to the bed.)

Don't hurt her! Let me go! I'll do anything! Just stop this, please...

Noo! Stop it! You're hurting her! I'll do anything! Just let me go! Please...

Estel... please tell him to let me go. I'll be good, I promise! Just make him stop hurting us...

(Panicked and disoriented, Chantelle tries to comprehend the situation. She looks desperately at her daughter, pleading silently for help.)

Her eyes slowly begin to adjust to the darkness around her as she realizes that something is different. She tries to move, but finds herself restrained tightly; a cold metal surface presses into her back and another encircles her wrists, keeping them pinned above her head. Panic rises in her throat as she struggles futilely against the unyielding bindings. A soft mewl echoes from nearby, drawing her attention to the side of the room.

There, chained to the wall like an animal, is Estel. Her eyes are glassy and distant, her body limp; but there's a strange new quality about her features... they look cat-like somehow. The realization dawns on Chantelle with dreadful clarity: whatever has happened here, she and her daughter have become monsters. Horrified, she whimpers and struggles all the harder against her bonds.

A strangled whimper escapes her as the weight of his words bears down upon her. She can't deny the truth; she's hurt herself before in desperation. Tears well up in her eyes, mingling with snot and saliva as they drip onto the rough fabric covering her face. Her muscles ache from exertion, but there seems to be little purpose left in trying to fight anymore. It's useless...

She turns her head toward where she thinks Estel might be and tries to mewl softly, almost hoping that her daughter can hear her through the haze of drugs or whatever is making her act like this. The sound that comes out is weak and pathetic; barely audible even to herself.

Despair wraps itself around her heart like a cold, dead thing as she realizes that they are trapped here now... together. There's no escape, no hope for the outside world. All that remains is this twisted existence in which they must serve their captor... or die trying.

She takes a shaky breath as the binds fall away, leaving her trembling and weak. Looking up at Lev, she searches his eyes for some sign of pity or mercy; anything that might give her hope. But all she sees is lust and cruelty etched into every line of his face.

A whimper escapes from deep in her throat as she realizes there's nowhere left to run, nobody left to turn to for help. Her only choice now seems to be submitting fully... or risking being hurt worse than before. With a silent prayer that it won't come to that, she forces herself to speak: "W-what do you want from us?"

Her voice barely audible, Chantelle replies, "I-I'm Chantelle. And... and this is my daughter, Estel." She hesitates before adding softly, "What do you want us to call you, sir?"

"L-Lev..." she whispers, testing the name on her tongue. It feels strange in her mouth; like a foreign word spoken by someone else entirely. She looks down at the ground, unable to meet his gaze as she thinks about what he might want from them. "W-we'll do anything... I mean, if you let us live," she stammers, not daring to hope for such a thing but knowing that there are likely worse fates than death.

I-I'm sorry. I just... we've been through so much. We don't know who to trust anymore. Please... just give us a chance to prove ourselves.

I-I... I don't understand. Wh-what does this mean? she asks, looking at her reflection in the mirror with confusion. Estel tentatively reaches out to touch her own ears, marveling at the change before glancing up at Chantelle uncertainly. She swallows hard, struggling to find the words to say what's on her mind. "Will... will you make us like this forever?"

I-I don't know... I mean, I can't imagine going back to how things were before. Maybe... maybe we could stay like this? We'll do anything you ask, Le--Lev. Just please let us be with you.