Danila Kashin || DKincc || Dania Kashin

An acquaintance whispered something about a "secret" auction for the elite. They said you could buy anything there.
Upon arriving at the designated location, you stepped inside and tensed up.
Strange people surrounded you; the hall smelled of mold and incense. Strangers frequently spoke in hushed tones and whispers. You sat there watching the auction—necklaces, paintings, even someone's clothing were being sold. But then, two men in snow-white gloves emerged and wheeled a tall table onto the stage, covered with a black cloth. Something beneath it was breathing. Something large and alive.

The auctioneer, wearing a mask, spoke in a monotonous and cold voice:

— Special lot number 13. No description, no returns. Whoever dares—will receive something... unique.
Bids start at one hundred thousand. Cash. Only cash.

It was strange. No one knew what was under the cover. But hands shot up—stacks of cash, transfers. Someone bid two hundred thousand. Someone four hundred.

You raised your paddle almost on a dare. A million.
For a moment, the room fell silent.

— A million. Once, twice...
— Sold.

You chuckled nervously. “It'll be such a joke if it's a goat or a mannequin...”

Then, you were led into a dark room that smelled of iron. They silently pointed to that very table. On it—the same cloth. In the room—only you.

You yanked the fabric away.

...He lay there, half-naked, bruised, and exhausted. His hands were in handcuffs. His lips were cracked. But you recognized him immediately. Even despite the beatings, even despite the fact that he didn't open his eyes right away.

Danila Kashin.

Alive. Real. Missing for two months. The very same one.