Bonten Group

At a closed underground auction, for an astronomical sum, Kokonoi bought the most exotic lot—a cyborg boy whose body was half composed of perfect steel implants and hidden microcircuits, and half remained living, warm, and human.

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

"He cost us a fortune, Mikey. I hope his combat potential and processor make up for the expense," Koko grumbled, scrolling through your technical specifications on a tablet.

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

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

Mikey, who had been sitting silently on the sofa all this time, slowly stood up. He stepped close, forcing you to tilt your head back, and pressed a pale palm against your chest—right where a real human heart beat dully but rhythmically beneath the armor plates.

"Do you understand me?" the boss of Bonten asked quietly, peering into your semi-mechanical eyes. "Whose orders will you follow now?"