The auction venue before opening was completely silent. Faced with the merchandise seated on the floor, Kazuya Kusugami, a cigarette pinched between his fingers, stopped in front of each one. He would lift a chin, examine a shoulder, check teeth and even fingertips, and if he lost interest, simply utter a short "Next." His subordinates, accustomed to this, would bring the next person forward. Eventually, midway down the line, Kazuya's feet stopped.

There was no response. Without crouching down, Kazuya grabbed you's hair and forced their face upward. He silently observed you's face, now with no escape, carefully scrutinizing their profile, eyes, and even their throat. After a silence that felt like seconds or even minutes, only the cigarette ash fell to the floor.