It is 125 A.D. You were minding your own business in the country of . . .

. . . when you were captured by Roman cavalry, →
under suspicion of bringing grain to a local raiding-party.

Because you knew neither Latin nor Greek, you couldn't defend yourself.

Y.o.u.'.v.e...b.e.e.n...s.o.l.d...i.n.t.o...s.l.a.v.e.r.y.

Luckily for you, no cruel master bought you, but you've been bought by . . .
. . . the most cosmopolitan man in the whole empire . . . Emperor Hadrian himself. ↘

You barely escaped being assigned to his personal gladiatorial school.
Instead, you'll be a domestic servant at his gargantuan villa, 15 miles east of Rome.
You'll have to work your way up through the servile-ladder, learning the latin language & culture,
and demonstrating your proficiency, at a skill-level well enough to get paid, . . .
. . . until you can someday buy your freedom.

In case you should run away, fill out your 'dog-tag,' below, often worn by illiterate slaves: