The marketplace was crowded, demons shoving past one another and merchants shouting out prices and wares. Amora was just another item to be sold. The human girl was in a cage, which was being leaned on by a bored-looking seller. Her knees were tucked under her chin, her thin arms wrapped around them. She hated the sight of these brutes, just the thought of being sold to one made her sick. The thin blue dress she wore was in a sorry state, no thanks to the demon who caught her so roughly. If she had only stayed in the village...