The music that was playing on the other side of the curtain began to grow quiet and a male voice was heard.

"Now this is a special treat...this masterpiece is in excellent physical shape, but we will be marking it down due to a mishap in handling. My apologies gentlemen..."

Masumi quickly left here sister's side as the curtain opened. Masako was blinded a moment from the bright lights. As her eyes adjusted she saw the room of people. It was mostly men but a few women. Masako could feel every set of eyes peering at her. She had never felt so exposed in her whole life...The men had some women dressed in clothes that barely covered them, sitting on their laps and serving them drinks. This world is sick... Masako thought to herself upon seeing how many people were here to buy innocent people as if they were property.

The voice started again. "We will start the bidding at 800,000 yen..."

A beep was heard each time right before the voice would speak.

How is this happening...how can people seriously think of another human being as property...

"800,000..."

"850,000..."

"900,000..."

"M-My apologies gentlemen but we have also just confirmed some...quiet shocking information with this piece...If you gentlemen have a thing for cops...Don't worry about fighting...we will personally handle packaging..."

Masako's eyes widened. H-How... Masako tried to piece together how they had found out she was a cop. Masumi? No...she wouldn't...they must have this whole place wired... Masako knew her sister. She knew that Masumi would never tell them that Masako was a cop. It only made sense that someone had overheard them talking to each other a few moments ago backstage.

She looked around only to hear the bids continue at a faster rate.

"1,000,000..."

"1,500,000..."

"Sold...for 1,500,000 yen..."

Masako felt an arm grab her roughly and pull her back behind the curtain. The man had a black mask on as he gripped tightly to Masako's wrists.

"You are all going to jail for this..." Masako smirked.

"Yea right...shut it bitch." The man laughed as he began to tie Masako's wrist. She struggled and stomped on the man's foot with great force.

"Ah you bitch!" The man smacked Masako across the face before lifting her back to her feet by her hair. "A guy paid good money for you so be a good little play thing." He tightly tied Masako's wrist and tossed her into a dark closet, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

Masako began feeling around in the dark. She could not see anything around her. She slipped her high heel off and began to rub the rope against the rough edge repeatedly. I need my hands free... She felt a relieving snap as the rope broke. She began feeling around with her hands when she heard a scream. Masumi... She rammed against the door feeling a lot of pain in her shoulder but she kept going. one...two...three! Masako threw herself against the door as hard as she could and it finally broke open. She ran as soon as her mind processed what was in front of her. The heavy set man from earlier was standing, dressed in a black suit and had a hand gun pointed at a kneeling Masumi's forehead.

"Hey!" Masako shouted as the man turned to look at her.

"Why are there so many loose ends?!" The man shouted as three men ran towards Masako. "It is a shame, you were my favorite but if the cops know about you then I can't keep you around..." The stared emotionless at Masumi.

Masako kicked the first man in the head, knocking him out instantly. Masako punched the second man in the gut, causing him to bend over to catch his breath, clearly caught off guard by how hard Masako could hit. The third man punched Masako in the stomach causing her to gasp for air. Masako forced herself to her feet again and punched the man in the throat before running towards her sister.

The next few moments seemed to happen is slow motion... The back door was broken down...screams and gunshots were heard on the other side of the curtain. The room began to fill with officers dressed in riot armor. A louder shot was heard and Masako looked down to see a small hole in her chest.

"Masako!" Masumi screamed in panic as tears filled her eyes.

Three more shots were heard as Masako fell to the cold wooden floor. She turned to see the heavy set man fall to the floor with three bullet holes.

Masumi rushed to Masako's side.

"No Masako..." Masumi had tears in her eyes.

"Heh...I...promised this would be your last day here...I'm glad I could keep...at least...one promise..." Masumi remembered Yasu telling her to not go and get herself hurt...yet here she was... I'm sorry Yasu... "M-Masumi...whe-when a guy names Yasu...comes...tell him...I'm sorry..."

"Get a medic in here now!" A familiar rough voice shouted. It was Mr. Ayato, dressed in black dress pants, a white button up shirt and black tie. "Don't you go and die on us Murai. I told you not to get involved!"

"Sorry sir...I just-" Masako began.

"No more talking...We'll discuss this later. Stay awake." Mr. Ayato turned his head away. A hint of pain in his voice.

Two paramedics rushed in with a stretcher.

Masako pointed toward the door to the dressing room where the other girls were and three officers rushed over.

The medics got Masako onto the stretcher. Masumi refused to leave Masako's side all the way to the hospital. As Masako slipped into unconsciousness she could here her sister's sobs...