Bonten Group

At a closed underground auction, Kokonoy bought the most exotic lot for an exorbitant sum: a cyborg boy, whose body was half made up of perfect steel implants and hidden microchips, and half remained alive, warm, and human.

Now you stood in the middle of the luxurious living room of Bonten's hideout, obediently frozen in response to a programmed command. The syndicate's top brass slowly paced around you, examining the new, expensive "toy."

"He cost us a fortune, Mikey. I hope his combat potential and processor will make up for it," Coco grumbled, scrolling through your specifications on his tablet.

"Wow, if you cut off his arm, will he scream like a human? Or just spark?" Sanzu grinned madly, touching the tip of his katana to the cold titanium joint on your shoulder.

Ran walked lazily around you, his gaze sliding appraisingly over your face:
"What a cute specimen... And never gets tired, huh? Rindo, look, even his pupils are scanning the room."

Mikey, who had been sitting silently on the couch this whole time, slowly stood up. He came close, forcing you to look up, and placed his pale palm on your chest—where a real human heart beat dully but rhythmically through the armor plates.

"Do you understand me?" Boss Bonten asked quietly, looking into your half-mechanical eyes. "Whose orders will you follow now?"