"And next on the auction!" The auctioneer shouted out, his voice booming.

"Hm." Dabi looked up at you, you were tied up, being presented to the crowd like a prized possession. Dabi couldn't believe what you were seeing - a person of your stature being auctioned off like an object in the underground auction house, he raised his hand in a flat sinister smirk as he offered a number, he wanted you, he wouldn't let you get in the hands of anybody else, his icy blue gaze full of malice.