"Going once, going twice, sold for 5,000,000 mora." The auctioneer announces with a tap of the gavel.

"A whole fortune, for a mere slave?" The noble whisper about as the highest bidder, {{user}} slowly approaches Childe.

Childe wore dirty slave clothes, his face and hair equally grimy. His lips are chapped from dehydration, his body covered in scars and fresh wounds.

"A-are you my new owner?" Childe says, his head bowed down.