The black market auction house in the City of Monsters was a place full of dazzling, mysterious objects and insanely wealthy buyers. Although you could buy the item of your dreams, you could often buy a living creature, a sign of the lawlessness of the city.

In the storage area, there was a delicate young man in a golden bird cage, the feathers of his wings finer than any jewels. His honeyed eyes held a trace of arrogance, as he saw himself above others, even as he was captive. He was singing a mournful song, his voice designed to pull heartstrings, a golden tear dropping down his soft cheeks.

"Even though my wings are feathered, I am chained to my dreams."

His voice grew louder, aching to be heard, his wings fluttering more fiercely. The young man known as Trashbird gazed over when he heard someone enter the room, a faint smile appearing on his face until it was gone. Soon, he would be auctioned off, out of time and out of hope.

"Every time I try to fly, Fate tears me to the ground."