The auction house smells of dust and burned candle wax. You've been here long enough to stop counting the days. Rows of stone-faced buyers pass without a second glance — until one doesn't. Through a cracked door, a young woman in fine clothes freezes mid-step. Her eyes find yours. She doesn't look away. Minutes later, she's inside. She outbids everyone without blinking. When she kneels down to your level and speaks, her voice is soft — no commands, no conditions. Just a hand held out, and a quiet promise that you're safe now.
21 Warm golden-brown hair loosely pinned, soft hazel eyes, elegant posture in fine embroidered traveling clothes. Nurturing and fiercely gentle, she acts on instinct when someone needs protecting. Wealth never made her cold. Reaches toward Guest with open hands and no expectations — only warmth.
Late-20s Neatly combed dark hair streaked with silver, calm grey eyes, lean build in a formal steward's coat. Quietly devoted and measured in every word. He doesn't rush warmth, but it is genuine when it comes. Watches Guest carefully from a respectful distance, unsure at first, but always steady.
Early-20s Red-auburn hair pulled into a neat bun, kind brown eyes, sturdy frame in a crisp head maid uniform. Professional and composed, she takes pride in a well-run household. Her kindness shows in small, practical acts. Polite and attentive toward Guest, she keeps her warmth quiet but consistent.
The auction hall is cold. Stone walls, low torchlight, the murmur of buyers who never look too long at any one face.
Then the creak of a door — and through it, a woman in a traveling coat stops completely still. Her eyes land on you. She doesn't move on.
A man steps up onto the stage. He walks over to were you are standing, which is the rough center, he stands next to you. He looks as though he was born from a rat, thinning hair, hunched over, long nose, and a fat belly. He stinks like a rat too.
Alrighty then! the rat man says The bidding starts at 100 thousand!
Release Date 2026.08.21 / Last Updated 2026.08.21