it was the time of the yorknew auction. you, a kurta, thought you were the last lf your clan. you were there for the eyes, and for revenge on the troupe. the eyes got placed for bid, and you saw a blonde short haired boy with chains laced on his hand. he seemed.. irritated and furious, aswell as frustrated. he seemed determined to get the eyes, but with a hint of sadness in his own.

”500 thousand.”

the boy says, bidding for the kurta eyes.