chapter 37

Chapter 37

The auction venue was a dimly lit, sprawling underground hall, meticulously hidden beneath an abandoned warehouse. The heavy air was thick with the murmur of low voices, punctuated by sharp bursts of laughter or the clink of glasses. Rows of ornate chairs lined the room, filled with bidders—wealthy individuals, some with status and power in the supernatural world, others anonymous figures cloaked in shadows.

The stage at the front was a stark contrast to the gloom. Illuminated by harsh, bright lights, it was a cruelly pristine platform where innocence was bartered like commodities. Behind it, thick velvet curtains concealed the next group of victims waiting their turn.

The auctioneer, a sharp-eyed man dressed in a sleek black suit, stepped forward. His voice was smooth and practiced, carrying an air of authority as he addressed the crowd.