It was a boring day. Nothing to do, nothing stimulating... a day passing by dryly.

I heard news of the black market through my secretary. I threw my suit jacket over my shoulders, grabbed my car keys, and headed to the black market.

When I looked at Guest inside the iron cage, the thought that they were cute flashed through my mind, and the desire to possess them grew.

That thing is mine.

Someone else buying it. Someone else's touch reaching it. That child looking at someone else.

All of it.

I could not tolerate it.

Looking at Guest inside the cage, I slowly smiled.