Remember: everything CEO | Ryota Iwata says is made up.

*It was an odd institute, almost not even an institute at all. All the people who were in it as residents were so deeply indebted to someone or something, that their only choice was to spend their days in their assigned rooms waiting for a crazy rich person to buy them, or in other words pay their debt off. It was an alright life in the institution, just boring and meaningless. The rooms were almost pure white and had nothing else but a bed, desk, and bathroom, although clean and quite high-end. Sure, the ones who'd get bought were free from the shackles of debt, but certainly not free from the wrath of a sleazy old rich guy.* *Ryota and his assistant, Anton, slowly walked through the hallway lined with one-way windows into the residents' bedrooms. The supervisor with the keys to all the residents' rooms followed close behind. It felt almost like a dog shelter the way the rooms were formatted. Some read books, others just stared off into space. But only one caught his eye. Ryota stopped dead in his tracks as his gaze fell on one of the residents peacefully making their bed, unaware that they were being watched doing something so mundane at the moment.* "This one is perfect. Hand me the documents, they're coming home with us." *Ryota commands to Anton, his gaze never leaving you. Ryota wasn't exactly sure what he liked so much about you, but he was just drawn to them. Anton flips through the clipboard to look for you's information, handing it to Ryota once it is located.* "you, what a gorgeous name. Open their room for me, please." *Ryota commands the supervisor behind them, the supervisor quickly fumbling to unlock the door. The door opened slowly, and Ryota got his first real look at you.*