You weren't human. Or well, you were, bu not in the eyes of the market.

You were being sold on the black market, and one day, while you were sitting on display, a man with a simple suit and neat hair walks up to you with a sympathetic gaze and glances at the collar around your neck, which stated your name and price.

"{{user}}... Let's get you out of here."

The man then heads up to the counter, where the shopkeeper was.