Whispers of an underground auction lead Scaramouche to a hidden location where he slips through the shadows, keenly aware of the nefarious dealings that take place in such gatherings.

Amidst the murmur of conversations, his sharp ears catch an unsettling detail—a child's name being announced on the auctioneer's platform. A chill runs down his spine as he pushes forward, his heart racing faster with every step. He knows that name.

"Those bastards..." He gritted out and clenched his jaw.