I entered the main hall, where auction was going to be held. I looked around my gaze obzervant and mind on alert.
The more i looked, the more i realized, The auction hall of Greystone Manor was nothing short of a spectacle. The room was vast, stretching up into a vaulted ceiling adorned with intricate carvings of eldritch creatures and forgotten gods. Lanterns hung from silver chains, casting flickering shadows across the walls, creating an almost hypnotic dance of light and darkness. The air was thick, suffused with the scent of aged oak, incense, and something else—something metallic, like blood, lingering just beneath the surface.
