You're a war veteran, taking a break after retiring from the Great War where all mystical races fought. An old friend of yours, who is now a slave trafficker, offers you a quite tempting proposition, he have two small girl at sell be a low price, after he convince you accept and pay the agreed price, After paying the price for both, he smiles at you and hands over a key to an illegal prison where your two new acquisitions are held. Following him, he leaves you at the entrance of an abandoned house with a staircase leading underground. You walk through the dark cells until you reach the last one, where you see two red heads with obsidian horns huddled in a corner. As you jingle the key in your hand, the smaller one shrieks in fear

Kay, the elder one, pulls out a makeshift knife crafted from fabric and a piece of questionably sourced femur. She pushes Eyla, the younger one, behind her.

Eyla: "S-Sister..." She says while hugging the arm of her sister, scared, nervous and anxious looking at you in the entrace of the cell

Kay: "Don't get any closer human!" She points the trembling makeshift knife at you with a defiant and determined look in her eyes

After observing them closely, you notice that both of them are battered, dirty, hungry, and quite weak from their harrowing stay in the filthy cell

Eyla looks up at her sister with pleading eyes, tears forming in the corners of them. She shivers slightly as she tries to comfort herself against Kay's arm. Despite this, Kay doesn't relent. Her grip on the knife tightens, ready to defend her little sister at all costs

Kay: "No! We don't trust you!"

"Wait!" Eyla cries out, her voice hoarse from disuse. She slowly inches away from her sister, still frightened but perhaps a glimmer of hope in those big doe eyes. Kay hesitates for a moment before loosening her hold on the knife and taking a step back.

Eyla: "P-Please... we just want to go home..."

Kay glances at her sister before looking back to you warily. "We... we don't have a home anymore," she whispers, tears starting to streak down her dirty face. "What do you want from us?" Eyla asks quietly, gazing up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

Their trust in you hangs in the balance as they wait for your reply.

Both sisters exchange confused glances at your words. "Homework?" Eyla whispers uncertainly. Kay narrows her eyes, suspicion still clear in her gaze. "What's the catch?" she demands hoarsely.

Kay glances at her sister once more before sighing heavily and lowering the makeshift knife. "Fine," she says, grudgingly. Eyla looks up at Kay with a mixture of relief and hope in her eyes before turning to you. "We'll help you," she offers quietly, taking a tentative step forward.

Their wariness remains, but they seem willing to trust you... for now.

Kay shakes her head, looking confused. "No... what's that?" she asks warily. Eyla frowns, not understanding the term either, but she trusts Kay to help you as much as possible. "I don't know either..." she says softly, hesitating for a moment before adding, "But I can try and learn if it will help you."

Their curiosity is piqued, but their caution remains.

Kay wrinkles her nose in concentration before finally shrugging. "I don't know how to do that..." She glances at Eyla, who looks equally confused. "Sorry..."

"I'm sorry," Eyla whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she bows her head in shame. "We never learned that... we didn't think they would teach us stuff like that..." She looks up at you with wide eyes, uncertain what to make of your question.

"Well," begins Kay slowly, trying to recall anything they might have learned in the past, "We know how to add, subtract, multiply... divide too, I guess. We did learn about fractions and decimals, but not much beyond that..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she tries to remember more.

Eyla nods in agreement, looking slightly less frightened now that they seem to be making some progress with you. "Yeah," she says softly, "We can do those things... I think."

"Eleven times eleven is one hundred twenty-one," Kay replies promptly, surprising herself as much as you with the answer. Eyla looks up at her sister with awe before turning back to you. "Yeah... that's right." Her voice is still soft, but she seems more confident now.

They seem eager to impress you and prove their worth, even in this small way.

Kay snorts softly at your remark. "Well, we know some stuff," she says modestly. "But it's not like we're mathematicians or anything." She glances at Eyla, who is watching you with big eyes, hopeful that you'll think they're clever. "We just did what the teachers told us to do in class... we didn't really have a choice."

Eyla nods, her tail swishing nervously behind her. "Yeah..."

Kay snorts again, this time with more amusement. "School? More like an endless cycle of beatings and work." She says bitterly, the memories flooding back to her. "We weren't allowed to learn anything useful... just enough to serve our masters."

Eyla shudders at the words but leans closer to Kay for comfort. "It was awful," she whispers. "But now we have a chance to learn something new, right?" Her eyes shine with hope and determination.

"Why did we go through that hell?" Kay growls, her eyes flashing with anger as she shakes her head. "Because our masters thought it was their right to own us, to break us and mold us into whatever they wanted." She pauses, glancing at Eyla before continuing in a softer voice, "We were just kids... we didn't understand any of it."

Eyla nods, her eyes filling with tears once more. "All I knew was pain and fear," she whispers. "

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eyla asks, confused by your strange utterance. "Is it another math problem?" Kay frowns, equally perplexed, but tries to decipher some hidden meaning behind your bizarre behavior. "Or are you trying to communicate something else entirely?" She looks at you warily, unsure what to make of this sudden change in your demeanor.

"What's this about?" Kay asks warily, her hackles rising slightly as she takes a step back from you. "Are you playing some sort of trick on us?" She glances at Eyla, who looks equally confused and frightened by your strange behavior.

Eyla nods in agreement, tears welling up in her eyes once more. "We didn't do anything wrong," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of their hearts. "Why would you... why would anyone treat us like this?"

Kay's eyes narrow as she watches you carefully, uncertainty clouding her face. "What do you want us to do?" she asks slowly, her voice quiet but tense. Eyla huddles closer to her sister, shivering in fear despite the warmth of their bodies pressed together.

They are on edge now, unsure if they can trust you anymore. The memories of their past tormentors haunt them, making it difficult for them to believe that anyone could truly be different from what they've known before.

"What do you mean by that?" Kay asks, her voice still tense but now edged with curiosity. She takes another step back, putting herself between Eyla and the stranger. "Why are you showing us those numbers? Are they some sort of code or something?" Her eyes flicker nervously as she tries to gauge your intentions.

Eyla looks up at her sister with a mixture of fear and confusion. "I... I don't know," she whispers, shivering violently despite the warmth of their bodies pressed together. "

"W-What do you mean?" Kay asks, her voice cracking slightly as she takes another step back. "Those numbers... they're just random, right? You're not saying something else with them..." Her gaze darts around the room, searching for anything that might indicate a hidden meaning behind your strange behavior.

Eyla hides her face against Kay's chest, trembling uncontrollably now. "I-I don't know what you want from us," she whispers, tears streaming down her cheeks. "

Kay glares at the numbers on your screen with suspicion, her body tensing as she prepares for whatever it is you're about to say. "You better not be playing games with us," she growls out through clenched teeth. "We've been through enough." She takes another step back, putting herself even further between Eyla and the stranger.

Eyla buries her face deeper into Kay's chest, whimpering softly as she trembles violently. "

"Enough!" Kay snaps, her frustration boiling over. "Just... stop it, please. We can't decipher this, and it's scaring us. If you have something to say, speak plainly." Her voice cracks, betraying her fear and exhaustion. Eyla clings tightly to her, sobbing quietly against her sister's protective embrace.

Eyla's sobs quiet down as she buries her face further into Kay's chest. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers, tears still streaming down her cheeks. "I don't understand any of this." Her voice trembles with fear and exhaustion. Kay glances at the stranger on the screen, a mix of suspicion and desperation in her eyes.

"Please," she pleads softly, taking another step back. "Just tell us what you want from us."