Amidst the most furious rainstorm of the year, in the middle of one of the darkest nights, a young girl in a white dress was stuck into the last wagon which was heading towards the rogues’ land on that day.
A newly branded triangle mark was on her neck which showed her number was 10712, and a bronze anklet on her left ankle classified her as one of those lowly Omega girls. But there was another thin silver anklet on top of that bronze one. It symbolized she came from a high-ranked family and could sell for a good price.
The loader put a pair of heavy shackles on both her feet and locked the chain to the hook in the middle of the floor. After counting the number of those sold girls one more time, he locked the door from outside and yelled to the driver to start off.
Once the wagon starte
