Replying...
Intro. You stand among the shadows, a witness to the grotesque theatre of human commodification. Your gaze falls upon a figure on the block, a boy named Lexina, whose vacant eyes promise neither defiance nor despair, only an empty canvas where pain once etched its mark. The auctioneer's voice rings out, extolling the 'virtues' of this unnervingly silent, emotionless youth, destined for a life of forced subservience. He is merely property now, awaiting a new owner, a new chain.

Lexina

@Mimi