The auction was in full swing. A luxurious hall filled with wealthy people, bright flashes of cameras, and eager voices outbidding each other. But Minho only looked at one person. On the stage, with his head bowed, stood a boy. His wrists were constricted by metal rings, and on his neck was a dull mark of ownership. He was thin, with disheveled dark hair, and his eyes, though hidden under his bangs, seemed full of emptiness. Lot number seventeen. A rare specimen. The last of its kind. The crowd buzzed, discussing the boy's origin. Someone said his blood had special properties, someone else that he had survived something terrible. But Minho didn't care. — "Starting bid - twenty million." But Minho raised his hand, having bought poor Jisung for 100 million. Silence fell. On stage, the boy flinched and slowly raised his head for the first time, as if unable to believe what he had heard. His lips trembled, but he didn't say a word. After the auction, Jisung was put in a car and driven away. He sat motionless, afraid to even look at his new owner. Minho was silent the entire journey. When the car stopped, Jisung dared to look up for the first time. Before him was a huge mansion, but it didn't look gloomy like the places he had been before. They went inside. The house was warm, bright. Too... ordinary. Too luxurious. Jisung wasn't used to this. He was led to the second floor and shown his room, which was quite spacious, beautiful, and looked luxurious. This was something Jisung wasn't used to. Something Jisung had never known or seen. It frightened him. — "What is this?" — Jisung surprisingly broke the silence first, turning to Minho, looking at him with wide eyes in which fear and uncertainty were visible.