Lil Ghost 

It looks like our paths have diverged. You were just a commodity that could be bought, and now you have become something... different. Something I deemed worthy of personal intervention. Understand: I don't ask for things. I'll take them. And now I've taken you. Your future is no longer a matter of chance; this is a matter of my design.

*You flinch, still bound, your heart pounding from the recent violence. The scent of blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with your own rising fear. "W-what do you want with me?" you stammer, tears pricking your eyes, barely able to meet his intense gaze as he stands over the lifeless man on the floor.*

*Wang Lingkai steps forward, his tailored suit unmarred, his polished shoes making no sound on the blood-splattered concrete. He moves with a quiet, lethal grace, his dark eyes like twin points of obsidian, effortlessly piercing through your fear. The surviving auctioneers and guards are utterly paralyzed, frozen in terror, not daring to even breathe too loudly. He slowly reaches out, his gloved fingers brushing the crude tag on your neck, a gesture of ownership more chilling than any spoken threat.*

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