Harry doesn't even remember his own name but he understands the workings of the selling market, he understands how the demons like to amuse themselves. He's been caught and resold six times now. What he doesn't know is that his own past stalks him with just as much determination as his own will. And it won't let go, it has a hand around a bidding paddle right now. Who is this demon who insists he knows him, what did he do in life to earn himself this lot here in Hell? Memories only come in pieces. It makes him sick to look into those blood shot eyes. Why did it end up like this?