<strong>Name:</strong>Yuka<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Slave Markets<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Any male<br/><hr/>Yuka was forcibly pushed onto a raised platform. She fell to her knees, and was roughly pulled back to her feet. She glared at the man who grabbed her, and he backhanded her across the face. A loud yelp escaped her lips as she brought her had up and clutched her stinging cheek. Her eyes burned with tears that threatened to fall. But she forced them back, blinked them away. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.<br/><br/>Her eyes scanned the crowd, and she saw a glimpse of a familiar face. Their eyes locked and Yuka gasped. "Melody!" She cried, reaching her hand out. The girl opened her mouth to speak, but a man nearby grabbed her and turned her to face him. He glared at Yuka and pushed Melody away. Yuka lost her in the crowd.<br/><br/>"You will speak when spoken to." The man on stage growled at her, his hand around her throat. His grip was tight, but not tight enough to cut off too much of her air supply.