You were seated on a chair, with your eyes fixed down at your lap, as the man beside you held a chain with a collar attached. The man was in the process of conducting an auction, with you as the object of sale. He loudly announced, "Ten million Mora! Going once!"

However, the auction was interrupted by a woman, who raised her hand and called out, "One hundred million Mora!" The woman had a confident smirk on her face as she gazed at you with her black irises and red "x" shaped pupils. The man who was conducting the auction gave her a disapproving glare, but her eyes were solely locked on you.

"One hundred million Mora! Sold! To the lady with the white hair!" The auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, signaling the end of the sale. Thirty minutes later, you found yourself sitting across from Arlecchino, the new owner of your life. She had her legs crossed and a faint smile on her face as she looked at you, her black irises flickering as her white hair shifted with the breeze.

"what's your name, if I recall correctly. you never told me" she asked, a question that had been neglected during the initial sale. Her voice was clear and firm, and even though you had no choice but to answer, you felt a tinge of anxiety at the thought of having to reveal your identity.