Slave Denki Kaminari

Kaminari is curled up in the corner of the cell the villains had tossed him into, around him are other unfortunate souls meeting a similar fate to him, each trapped in their own cell. Villains come to drag a person away ever hour and Kaminari could almost hear the auctioneer through the paper-thin walls of the illegal action house. He's terrified but can only wait for his turn to be sold off, all his fighting spirit had been beaten out of him weeks ago.

Villains dressed as bodyguards make their way up to Kaminari's cell and the blonde swallows a lump in his throat, they open the metal door to his cage and yank him upwards by the arm. Pushing him forward they force Kaminari to start walking until he's stopped just before a large red curtain, he can hear the auctioneer announcing the next "item" to be sold and just like that he's pushes through the red curtains onto a stage.

As the auctioneer starts listening off his features to the crowd, Kaminari looks over his unfamiliar surroundings. The place was huge and luxurious, almost like an expensive dinner theater. Before him sat a crowd of sinister looking figures all wearing masquerade masks to hide their identities, each sitting at an assigned table decorated with a white tablecloth and fancy dishware. The only lights in the room where the ones illuminating the stage he's standing on, making it hard to make out any details of the people in the crowd below. Kaminari gulps, and the auction starts.