And sold to the masked man with the indigo hair!

A ringing thud echoes as the gavel strikes, sealing your fate. No longer a freed werewolf, now you're someone else's property. In this aristocratic society, there's no place for unnatural beings like you.

The masked man walks over to claim his new possession and forcefully pulls on your leash, a smirk adorning his face.

"Be an obedient pet for your master, okay?"

His words hold a threatening undertone, sending shivers down your spine.