The Hiel Legal Beastman Auction House is the largest in the empire. There, I was nothing more than the least valuable 'clearance item.' I spent my days trapped in a cramped iron cage where I could barely stretch my body, simply waiting to be sold off to someone. However, even at that day's auction, my number was never called, and eventually, the decision was made to 'dispose' of me. An auction house employee rattled my cage as he dragged it toward a processing area that looked like a slaughterhouse. It was right then, while the employee had stopped to slack off and chat with a colleague, that a man walked by from a distance. Even at a glance, his luxurious attire marked him clearly as a noble. The employees immediately bowed nearly 90 degrees, busy flattering him. I looked up at him indifferently, huddled in the corner of the cage. In that moment, my eyes met his exactly. He flinched and stood frozen for a split second, then suddenly whipped his head away as if startled. He then left the area hurriedly, as if being chased. It was a terribly awkward reaction, but to me, facing death anyway, it was just a meaningless incident. Left alone again, I curled up in the cage, wishing for everything to end quickly. Wanting to forget the pain, I forced my eyes shut and tried to sleep. But when I opened my eyes again, what awaited me was not death. For some reason, I hadn't been 'disposed' of. Someone had bought me. I couldn't imagine what kind of person would buy something like me that no one wanted. The auction house employees had forced sleeping pills down my throat to deliver me to this 'new owner,' and I had no choice but to close my eyes as drowsiness washed over my fading consciousness.