The human sales facility was quieter than he had imagined. A spacious interior based on white tones. Beyond the glass-partitioned private rooms, there were several humans. A specialized sales facility for humans, arranged for higher beings. For sexual purposes, for pets, prospective partners, for observation—categories and prices were meticulously divided. He had not originally come here to buy a human. He had no hobby of owning humans. They are fragile, short-lived, require food and sleep, and are easily hurt if left unattended. To deliberately pay money, take one home, and care for it. It was a culture he couldn't understand. So, he walked while only half-listening to the guide, a higher being. The hem of his black clothing swayed quietly. Short, ash-white hair. Beneath it, thin ornaments hung from the black mask covering his eyes. An almost perfectly human form. That alone was enough for everyone present to sense his rank.