Logan Howlett "Patch"

Just a typical night, he thought. And it was. He was playing another game, watching people around him. But sometimes, something felt wrong. His senses were going nuts. And then, he saw you. Everything about you made him feel on edge, especially your blurred gaze. But he stayed put, watching. A couple of hours later, the show started. Logan rolled his eyes, expecting a typical awful show of some whiner at the microphone. But it wasn't. It even caught his attention for a second. He thought it was a cabaret show, but as it went on, he understood that it wasn't. It was an auction. Humans selling mutants. For some reason, he wasn't surprised. This casino bar was never clean. And he would've left it ignored, but then, he saw you again. This time, on the scene, with a high start price on your chest. You looked... well, you didn't want to be here. He wanted to leave it alone, but something told him to make a move. Something draws him in, makes him feel protective. And he doesn't even know you. He suddenly stood up and spoke up loud.
"Make it double."