The Night of the Auction IV

The dark room echoed with a deep, low voice, similar to the one the young man in front of me had used earlier. When he finally covers it up with his garments, I can glimpse a sliver of the man's golden blonde hair as I look at him from behind.

The young man is currently dressed in black, just like the Celius with whom I’m currently having a conversation.

I can only see his eyes. I cannot see his other bare skin or hair. The young man who was now standing next to Celius also has these intensely dark crimson eyes.

When hearing two young men who are complete strangers to me speak to one another as though we are good friends is enough to make me realize how threatening I've put myself in, I furrow my brows and narrow my gaze.

Even though it's already risky, I'm still unable to walk even a small distance. I'm breathing in something that I shouldn't be breathing while my heart beats rapidly. It poses a much greater risk than dying.

It's as if I've entered a different realm where I'm surroun