The change is instant.
The trio's eyes widen, faces lighting up as if someone has just thrown open a door they thought was sealed forever. Hope replaces fear almost too quickly.
The youngest brother hesitates, then blurts out, "S-sir… you're not going to treat us like slaves, right?"
Aiden looks at him, surprised, then lets out a short laugh.
"Of course not. I don't need slaves. I need people who know how to work, and know when to listen."
The brothers exchange glances. A silent conversation passes between them in seconds.
The oldest brother bows his head deeply, ropes creaking as he does.
"If you're willing to give us food and a chance… then we'll follow you, sir."
The other two nod immediately. "We will," they echo.
Aiden turns his gaze to Bone Fist and gives a slight nod. The pressure in the air eases just a little.
"Good," Aiden says. "Then from today on, this place belongs to me."
