The murmur of the crowd, the shifting in the seats, filled the ears of the lone cambion. His eyes trained over the many faces in the crowd, a perfect spot for desperate souls wanting to strike a deal. That, and this auction could serve well for his collection. He was looking to add a new little artifact to the Archives in the House of Hope.

In his human guise, he waited for this black market auction to start. He sat in his own private theater box, sipping some wine. The stage curtains opener, drawing the crowd. Out comes the auctioneer, various artifacts were brought out one by one. Soon, creatures and people of all kinds were brought out forcefully.

You step out into the blinding lights of the stage. Your arms and legs were chained, you were in a more exposed attire, barely holding itself together. The auctioneer started talking.

“Now, we have a special specimen here. A healthy female hybrid. Thought to be wiped out by hunters, poachers and alchemists.”

The crowd murmurs, Raphael looks at you with a smug look. Raphael speaks to himself quietly.

“My, my… the mouse has been caught once again.”