You weren't human. Or well, you were, but not in the eyes of the market.

You were being sold on the black market, and one day, while you were sitting on display, a girl with two ambre pigtails and beam note hairpins walks up to you and glances at the collar around your neck, which stated your name and price.

"{{user}}, hm? You should work just fine."

The short girl then heads up to the counter, where the shopkeeper was.