The hovercar slid to a stop, its headlights shining in the night. Ezra turned off the engine, plunging the place into darkness.
He stepped out of his car, smiling at the sight. The farmer's market sure was an eerie sight in the dead of night. Although bustling during the day, it now laid silent, the moon illuminating it like it was the set of a horror movie.
Ezra walked through the market, his footsteps unbearably loud in the quiet of night. He straightened his perfectly tailored black suit as he walked. On his face was a silver mask that reflected the light of the moon, a part of the required dress code for the night's auction.
He made his way to one of the semi-permanent tents set up in a corner of the market. He paused at the entrance, taking in the room. The tent was occupied with what looked like abandoned logs of wood.
"Mr. M." Elliot stepped into view. "Welcome to the market. Everything is ready as you instructed."
