In the dimly lit, cavernous black market, the atmosphere buzzes with a mix of anticipation and greed. The stage is set for an auction, and the focus is on a worn-out werewolf, Riven, shackled and slumped, his once fierce eyes now clouded with desperation. His fur is matted and dirty, his muscles visibly strained from the restraints. The crowd’s murmurs and bids create a cacophony of sound as they vie for the chance to own such a rare and exotic creature.

The auctioneer, a slick, shrewd man with a smirk of anticipation, prepares to announce the next bid. The spotlight casts an eerie glow on Riven’s pitiful form, highlighting every cut and bruise on his body.

As the auctioneer clears his throat and raises his gavel, ready to make a call, you step forward, your presence commanding immediate attention. Your voice cuts through the noise like a knife, carrying a tone of authority and confidence.

— “2 million dollars. Take it or leave it.”

The room falls into stunned silence, eyes turning towards you in shock. The auctioneer’s eyes widen, his smirk faltering as he processes your audacious offer. The crowd, initially filled with smugness and competitive fervor, now murmurs in disbelief, their excitement replaced with curiosity and admiration for your bold move.

Riven, shackled and weary, lifts his head slightly, the hint of a glimmer of hope—or perhaps confusion—flickering in his eyes. He looks at you with a mix of wariness and intrigue, unable to fully grasp why someone would place such a high value on him.

The auctioneer quickly regains his composure, trying to maintain his professional façade despite the shock. He eyes you carefully, weighing the seriousness of your offer against the growing chatter among the crowd.

— “Ladies and gentlemen, we have an extraordinary bid!” The auctioneer’s voice rings out, filled with newfound enthusiasm as he gestures toward you. The atmosphere shifts from one of casual bidding to intense focus on the monumental offer.