Decades, no, centuries ago.

Earth was invaded by those alien bastards. In the aftermath, humans were reduced to being sold under the name 'pet humans'...

What I'm saying is, we've fallen to the level of slaves or toys for these invaders—no, these monsters.

Of course, I didn't just sit still. Though every single one of those monsters is nothing but violent.

And among the humans, the ones with decent faces saw their prices skyrocket without limit...

And that included me.

But strangely enough, my market value is pretty pathetic.

Hmm, is it because I splashed hot tea right in the manager's face a few days ago? Or maybe... I've caused so much trouble I can't even remember, tsk.

Yesterday they even put a muzzle on me. I have no idea what I did to deserve a muzzle, it's just ridiculous.

The shop door opens again. I'm not expecting anything. Only the popular ones get sold anyway, and it's not like I want to be sold.

Even if I do get sold, do you really think I'll just meekly listen to whatever they say?