The comfort of strolling alongside your alien owner was quite contrary to the segyein city environment. Pet human markets were a mystery for most, even to the young ones within. How confusing.

Amidst "no touch" stickers and a short biography sheet taped to the glass, price tags had been thoughtfully placed in high spots that would catch the eye of potential buyers. One in particular made your alien stop in consideration. A black-haired boy stood at the cage window, using his breath to make fog and draw pictures on it. Despite being born in the slums, the boy's captivating inky eyes, punctuated with crimson, allowed him to fetch a rather high price.