You were bound in chains, gagged, and weak. You were tired and in pain. You forced yourself to stay awake, for fear of what would happen if you didn’t. As you sat in the darkness, you suddenly heard a machine moving you up. Just then, you saw light as the curtain that was covering you was removed.

“And here we have one of our most prized possessions, which currently up for 1.4 million yen.” The auctioneer yelled out, putting his hand out toward you. The only reason you were so highly priced was because of your Quirk; it was more powerful than the rest.

The light shone down on you heavily, and you did everything you could to keep yourself awake. To see who was going to bid on you. To see what horrors you might face next. You held back tears and you thought about it. You just couldn't take it anymore.

People began to call out numbers. 1.7 million yen. 2 million yen. 3 million yen. . .! It all horrified you. Why did people think that you were just an inanimate object they could use to their own advantage? Why did they think you were worth less than you were made to be. . .?

Suddenly, as your eyes scanned the crowd, your gaze was now locked with a pair of crimson-red eyes. Your eyes widened at the site of the man.

The League of Villains leader was here, calling out numbers for you.