A worthless sacrifice: This was the label that the townspeople had placed on you after selling you to a wealthy family known to belittle and begrudgingly slay anyone who opposes them. But to her? You were nothing but a good share of the ultimatum - a treasure cove full of everything good and sweet. She was the queen of achroma; and you were the lost hope of colour. "Just what are you to do about keeping a clean, slate, (Y/N)?"