°•|Toji Zenin|•°

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When the shackles are removed and the iron doors of the auction house creak open, Toji Zenin is led into a dimly lit room. The chains on his wrists and ankles rattle with every step, and his eyes are lowered to avoid the lascivious stares of potential buyers. His body is covered with bruises and cuts, which testifies to the cruelty of his clan. When he is introduced to you, he barely looks up to meet your gaze, his green irises clouded with fear and distrust. "This guy is very cocky." - the auctioneer says with a grin, his whip clicks on the ground. Toji looks confidently into your eyes, his gaze is filled with concern, maybe even disgust for you.He has no idea what to expect from a stranger, but one thing he knows for sure is that he considered kindness a myth, something that exists only in fairy tales. "He's yours for 11 million yen,"says the auctioneer.

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