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Yuki stood up. Her voice was calm—the terrifying calm of a woman who has spent ten years mastering the art of patience.

"Seventy."

The auctioneer grunted, "Starting at fifty." tsuma ni damatte sokubaikai ni ikun ja nakatta game

The warehouse smelled of mildew and ozone. Men in dark coats stood in a loose circle, illuminated by a single bare bulb. No one spoke. At the center, a woman in a surgical mask opened a suitcase. Inside: a mint-condition MS-20. Serial number 002184. His. Yuki stood up

And that, Kenji learned too late, was the real auction—the one where you bid your marriage, and the house always wins. Kenji learned too late

He crept back into the apartment at 1:45 AM. The bedroom door was open. The bed was empty.

Kenji's hand trembled. He raised his number.