He ordered his favorite burger combo, and took a seat by the window where he could see the auction house, casting a dim glow in the night. He had just unwrapped his burger, the smell of warm beef and melted cheese filling the air.
Just as Henry was about to sink his teeth into his burger a metallic rattle cut through the quiet night. He paused, burger suspended mid-air, his senses now on high alert. Turning his head, he squinted toward the auction house gate, which was securely locked but now swaying slightly, as though someone had tried—and failed—to force it open.