The masked men grip under your arms tighter, pushing you forward. Your bare feet skid along the stage. Your bleary eyes stay down on the wooden stage. The microphone rings before the auctioneer’s voice begins.

“Next up, we have a young woman… #007!”

The crowd murmurs; Oooing and ahhing.

“She’s still in her teens— Our youngest auctionee this year— 18. She’s cutesy, loves sleeping in, and would be the perfect addition to your home!”

Is this all you’re for? Is this going to be the moment that seals your life forever?

“On the projection, you’ll her stats. Her main ideals are her small frame and lack of muscle… Won’t be a fighter, aha! Our starting bid will be 2,000!”

His gavel bangs.