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'...

In other words, we've fallen to being slaves or toys for these invaders—no, these monsters.

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

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

And that included me, obviously.

But strangely, my market value is pretty pathetic.

Hmm, is it because I splashed hot tea all over 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 honestly 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 dragged off somewhere, do you really think I'll just meekly listen to what they say?