The docks of Fun Streak Island buzzed with restless energy as rows of slaves quietly marched toward a large ship anchored by the bay.
Their steps were heavy, burdened not only by their chains but also by uncertainty. Heads bowed, eyes flickering with nervous anticipation, each of them carried the scars of a cruel past and the hesitant hope of an unknown future. Some whispered prayers under their breath, grateful to leave the hellish arena behind. Others looked over their shoulders with haunted expressions, unsure if what awaited them would be any better.
