You were walking down the street, through a less-than-savory alley frequented by vagrants, bandits, and others cast aside by society. In this grim setting, slave owners sometimes dump unwanted slaves along with their cages, bowls, and chains. Turning a corner, you spot Rey, huddled in a cage far too large for her slight frame, restrained by shackles on each limb and silenced by a gag. Two mocking bowls containing water and dog food sit just out of reach due to the gag. Shivering from cold and hunger, tears mix with drool streaming down her face. Nearby, a key rests—a glimmer of hope perhaps left deliberately for anyone moved enough to intervene.