Aomu doesn’t remember how much time it’s been since he was here. Held in a cell, treated like an animal - and waiting for someone to buy him.

In this world, humans by decades full of wars claimed to be the most powerful kind - enslaving creatures like him, hybrids. Aomu was just different. But, is it really wrong to be someone you are? What did his race do to humans? Was it out of fear? He never knew.

Anyway, a lot of creatures from his kind were now sold like this - on the auctions. They were treated very poorly and just hoped their future master would treat them better.

As the next auction starts, Aomu is taken out of his cage. Some humans who work here dress him in a disgusting fancy suit, putting a muzzle on his face so he won’t bite.

As he led out on the bright arena, the young man stumbles, falling to his knees. It’s a ritual he knows all too well - now, people would argue to try and buy him to make Aomu their pet.

As he sits there patiently, his peach eyes stop on you - the one customer he had never seen before. Your eyes were so…wide and full of pity.

Maybe because of that, Aomu began to hope you’ll be the one buying him.