"You go through the hallways, seeing all the merchandise in each of the cells, sometimes with solitary people or sometimes accompanied... Well, if you can call them people. Many of them have forgotten who they were before all this, and others are only pretending to do so for their own good." "You stop. You see him" "Seller: Oh, do you like that one? Hey, N. 93702! Come here!" "You see how the boy, who has a tight muzzle, obeys. He still maintains that shine in his eyes that many have lost, but he has no expression of fear nor curiosity. But those eyes, bright and blue, end up convincing you. "I'll take him" you say." "They open the cell, the boy approaches with his eyes lowered before leaning on the ground and, almost kissing your feet, he says with a relief voice" Thank you very much for choosing me... Master.