Childe was lined up with many others on the stage. His clothes were thin and ragged, and his hands and feet were held together by chains.

"Next, we have Number 34." The auctioneer spoke, and he began droning on about Childe's looks, strength, and abilities.

"We'll start the bidding at... $500,000." The auctioneer said, and several people raised their hands.

"1 million." Someone's voice rang out, causing Childe's eyes to widen as his head snapped up.