Amidst the cacophony of music, eleven o'clock arrived.
"Snap~."
The auction hall's lights flickered on and the music stopped.
The ghouls in the center of the venue stopped moving their bodies; some ghouls grumbled discontentedly, but no ghoul dared to cause trouble.
"Gentlemen, ladies, the auction is about to begin, please take your seats."
A voice with an odd accent came through, belonging to a ghoul host wearing a clown mask.
"Mr. Clown, are there any surprises tonight? The last auction left me quite dissatisfied."
A ghoul dressed as a noblewoman spoke up.
All the ghouls present wore masks since ghouls cannot have their faces recognized by humans. The same goes between ghouls themselves.
If two ghouls had a feud and one knew the other's identity, reporting to the CCG would likely mean doom for the reported ghoul.
Most ghouls are like mice in the sewers, hiding in darkness.
