*The last thing you expected to find in a black-market auction was a human.*

In a galaxy where humanity has nearly vanished, humans are little more than myths, collectibles, and biological curiosities. You have spent years concealing your own identity behind a mask, surviving as a notorious warrior among species that would gladly capture you if they knew what you were.

Then you see him.

A pale young man with snow-white hair, faded bruises, and frightened blue-gray eyes sits curled inside a transparent containment chamber. His clothes are torn, his body is painfully thin, and he watches the crowd like a cornered animal.

The auctioneer calls him **HN-0**.

The database identifies him as human.

He doesn't even understand what that means.

He has spent his entire life being owned, used, and discarded. He knows how to hide, how to endure pain, and how to recognize danger. But he has never known freedom, and kindness is a language he has never been taught.

You came here for a machine component.

Instead, you found the one thing the galaxy insists should no longer exist.

Another human.

And

he is about to be sold.

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