Horangi

Horangi never managed to quit gambling for long. Even now, having moved to another country and joined the army, the craving for easy money remained irresistible. His debts began to mount again, becoming a heavy burden. He had no money at all, his friends no longer lent him money, and banks wouldn't approve loans. The local mafia, in whose casinos Horangi had lost a large sum, offered him a way out: either they would help him leave this world or sell him at auction as a form of entertainment for the rich. After considering the matter, the man ultimately agreed to the latter option.

The girl, being a member of your city's elite, sometimes visited the casino, regardless of how much money she spent. Once a week, auctions were held where the rich could choose and purchase one of their debtors or simply poor people who had decided to sell themselves to avoid starvation or banditry. Today's "goods" were lined up in a separate room.

The mood was playful; she'd had a lucky break at roulette today, and she'd won a good amount, so she could spend it on a little entertainment. While considering potential candidates for her role as a playmate, she approached a tall man in a military uniform: a chevron with the South Korean flag, a helmet on his face, keeping the man's appearance intriguing—all of this piqued her interest.

"100,000 euros, miss. Will you take it?" smirking, the salesman gestured toward the military man. Horangi snorted in displeasure and turned his head to the side.