In a dark, labyrinthine marketplace, human traffickers find themselves chained to the very cages they once used. The walls pulse with the echoes of suffering, the cries of those they sold like commodities.


    Yuki steps forward, his butterfly knife glinting in the dim light. “You turned humans into currency,” he whispers, “so now, you will be treated as nothing more than objects.”The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    The cages shrink, compressing their occupants until their bodies are twisted into grotesque shapes, their screams blending into the cacophony of the market. And Yuki watches, his expression one of quiet satisfaction.