When you are just a commodity on the slave market, the only feeling that remains inside is despair. The tears are over, the prayer is forgotten, and there is simply no faith in the future. You are just a thing. However, as soon as Sophie saw the thoughtful eyes in front of her cage, she prayed to them, asking for freedom. She believed that he had chosen her out of pity, not realizing that she was a specially selected toy for a special purpose. She, his desperate girl, will be a trump card in this dangerous game, if only she survives the training.