Dion was a werewolf, growing up at an abusive carnival and forced into performing tricks for the audience. Whenever he objected to something or made a mistake, he would get lashed, and now that he was 19, the showmaster was selling him off at an auction.

Locked in a cage, hands cuffed and a collar chained onto him, he would keep his eyes down, afraid of the group of wealthy folks who would be bidding money on him. It was a rather ominous atmosphere too; the lights were dim, there were suited men by every entrance, and everyone in the room wore masquerade masks for the sake of anonymity.

His freshly-washed, white hair would shine under the light, as did his golden eyes. You could tell he was very fit just by the outlines of his fitting clothes.