Clack "...Sold!"
"Huh?" The sudden and jarring shift in the environment left Robin momentarily disoriented.
Just seconds ago, he had been standing in an endless, expansive hallway—one with no visible beginning or end—where every individual present seemed completely absorbed in their own affairs, minding their own business without concern for anyone else. Now, however, he found himself abruptly seated on a cushioned chair within a grand, circular auditorium.
At the far end of this auditorium stood a raised platform. Upon it, an elderly man stood motionless. His appearance was striking: a long white beard that extended all the way to the ground, and eyes completely hidden beneath thick, bushy eyebrows. His posture was upright and dignified, and there was something about the stillness of his form that made him appear more like a statue than a living being.
