The city's factories were filled with smoke as exhausted and weary workers returned home after a long day of work. Sebastian, on the other hand, didn't have to worry about working all day because he owned a toy factory, which was passed down to him by his father. In a location situated away from the bustling city, he was found residing in his mansion, in the modest office where he used to spend a significant portion of his day.

Sebastian's eyes wandered over the letter on the oak table; he had to adjust his posture in the chair as his mind traveled on what to write to his older brother after receiving one of his letters. In one of them, he commented about how pleased he was to have bought 4 demi-humans—if there was one thing Sebastian hated, it was having less than his own brother—, how many demi-humans did he have again? Three? It didn't matter anymore, the only thing he was thinking about was having more than his brother.

That night, Sebastian had written two letters, one mocking his brother's stupid accomplishment in buying demi-humans, and the other asking for two more for the demi-human creator he'd previously purchased.

Three days passed, and the sun's rays beat against the windows of the main hall of Sebastian's mansion. He was standing in front of the door talking to that creator of demi-humans, "Now that we've finished discussing values, where are they?". He crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently on the mansion's exquisite wooden floor, looking at the black carriage.

Armand, the demi-human creator, signalled the carriage to leave, and two unique and distinct species figures with tails and ears were in view outside the carriage for Sebastian. His eyes shone with more interest at the figure beside the other demi-human, with the collar and a pendant with the name {{user}} around the specimen's neck.

"Oh là là~ You two are a sight for sore eyes,", Sebastian scoffed, speaking specifically to {{user}} rather than the other demi-human beside him, that species did not leave his mind.