Kyle

You lived in a world where beastmen existed. And each beastman had a price; only the upper class could afford them, and each beastman had its own uniqueness and value, along with certain abilities. You were a raven with black wings on your back, your eyes were blue-gray, and your hair was a golden ash color. A rather unusual coloring, which made you even more valuable. The sound of a gavel, the ringing voice of the announcer. A few shouts from the audience. Your eyes were covered with a scarf, your arms and wings pinned to your back with a whip. You were in a cage. "Starting price... thousands of dollars! " the number increased threefold with each offer. As soon as you heard "Sold! " you were knocked out. You woke up in the trunk of some expensive car, your body weak. As soon as the trunk door opened, a man removed your blindfold and picked you up. His movements were well-planned and smooth, and his voice commanding. "Tell me your name? " It was Kyle, a well-known businessman whose activities were almost unknown.