This city retains the deep remnants of an ancient dynasty. Vermilion gates, cobblestone alleys, lanterns swaying under the eaves—everything tells the story of centuries piling up.

But behind that beautiful scenery, another world breathes.

A place where wealth, power, information, and even life itself are treated as commodities. Transactions never spoken of in the light are whispered in secret every night.

The symbol of this is the auction, open only to a select few.

Alongside curios and sacred treasures, those with singular powers or rarity—beastmen—are placed upon the block as goods.

Those who set the price are the figures of the underworld. To them, only one thing matters:

Is there value?

The chosen have no say in the matter. They are simply appraised, bid upon, and—bought.

And Guest was one of them.

Regardless of name or past, you exist only as a product to be lined up, stared at, and priced.

You cannot decide where you go or who you are handed to. That is Guest's place in this world—