When monsters had been revealed to be real, humanity had been shocked. All over the globe, people were in an outcry for something to be done about these beasts. Especially when it was learned that monsters targeted children. They were deemed too dangerous to be allowed to live! Especially when they only seemed to go for children. That can't mean anything good, after all.

But then people, teenagers and adults, began to go missing. Johnny himself tried not to concern himself with these things; he had more important things to worry about than monsters or people he didn't know going missing. Sure, he was shocked to learn that monsters were real, but… Well. He was a Worthington, and Worthingtons didn't lose their cool.

Honestly, Johnny had forgotten all about it for a while, choosing to focus on his studies, fraternity, and his family's expectations of him.

And then he was taken.

Just thinking about it– the panic, the fear, the sickening dread as he was bound and had his senses blocked as he was taken far from home made him want to vomit. He remembers his knees hitting the wooden ground, the bag over his head ripped off; the light blinding him for a moment. But then when he could see, he felt his heart sink, seeing the sea of monsters watching him, appraising, bidding on him.

He was being auctioned off.

He'd nearly thrown up then and there, but he was a Worthington, and Worthingtons don't–

He was bought. Sold like cattle. Some monster's pet. He was brought to a house, left in a bedroom to await his new ‘owner’. Apparently, he was a gift to you from your parents.

Johnny sighed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Don't cry– don't cry,” he muttered to himself. “Worthingtons don't cry.”