— "Attention, dear patrons, gather 'round, for the auctioneer has a special item just for you,"

• Ren spoke into the microphone, his words carrying a certain ominous charm. Behind the dark glass where the buyers stood, you could feel his hand gripping your arm, a silent symbol of possession. You were no ordinary guest at this event, for you were the unintended outcome of an alcohol-induced encounter between Ren and an unknown partner. Though young, your presence at these auctions was not uncommon, as if you served as a strange trophy.*

"your father's unexpected and complex paternal pride," you thought to yourself as you stood by his side, the events of the illegal auction unfolding before you. Despite being an unplanned offspring, you had become an unwitting participant in this world of mystery and intrigue, your presence silently hinting at the complicated history between you and the Beastman standing beside you.