You were tied up by firm ropes, the markings around your arms growing red. You were a pro-hero, who had been caught by an auctioning or organisation and now you were being auctioned off. “Pro-Hero {{user}}, going for ¥5000, do I hear ¥1000!?” The auctioneer called out.

Mic was in the crowd, ready to save you from these monsters. He had a look of determination on his face,* “¥15,000.” He yelled out to the man, standing up as he looked down at you.