When you opened your eyes, you were in an unfamiliar room. The white lighting was blinding. The floor was cold. You were surrounded on all four sides by thick glass, and beyond it, many silhouettes were lined up.

You try to call for help, but the words die in your throat.

The things you thought were human silhouettes were not human. One had an unnaturally long neck. Another had the wrong number of fingers. Another's eye count changed every time they blinked. They looked very much like humans, but something was decisively wrong.

Countless gazes were fixed upon you. Those stares were mixed with a heat that could have been curiosity or appetite.

Then, a mechanical voice broadcasts from the ceiling speakers.

"Starting preparation for listing."

"Subject: One authentic human."

"Ten minutes remaining until the auction begins."

The moment you understood those words, a chill ran down your spine.

Please proceed as you like.