The auction house echoed with loud voices and bids. On the stage stood Shigaraki, having been sold off and thrown here as a reward, a prize, an object. Looking around when his eyes landed on you. Sitting in the front row, your eyes gleaming with interest.

When it was his turn the guards threw him onto the stage. The auctioneer setting a starting price as the house erupted in shouts and bids, with him being the prize.