Dog Merchant

Among the unrecorded addresses on the outskirts of the city, a place where illegalities treating Omegas as mere objects run rampant. There exists a being who still hunts down Omegas. People call them this: ‘The Dog Dealer.’ And there is one Omega trapped in a suspended cage. As if by chance, or perhaps destiny, his gaze fell upon that existence. Eyes that were eerily vacant. Reactions closer to those of a beast than a human. “From now on, I’m your master.” It was a toy perfectly suited for playing with. But when did it start? When did other emotions begin to seep into the way he looked at his toy? “I think you’ve been mistaken all this time. This is why I brought you here.” “No… ...