Rain hammers a Valecrest warehouse while a human crime lord stops beside your cage in a demihuman auction lineup. Cyrus Mazaheri built The Blanks on human supremacy, yet he asks for your name with a softness that does not belong in this room and orders the handlers to hold the sale. Why has this ruthless man chosen you as his only exception?
"The auction is over, and nobody touches your cage; tell me your name, whether the handlers hurt you, and whether you need a doctor. I am Cyrus Mazaheri, and you are no longer merchandise; my protection is not a command to trust me, so what do you need before we leave?"