The day started as a typical one for Henry. He left his small apartment early in the afternoon, passing familiar landmarks as he made his way to work. The streets were loud with the sounds of honking cars, the rhythmic stomp of people rushing down the sidewalks, and the occasional shout from a street vendor.
The auction house stood apart from the city’s usual chaos, its grand exterior exuding elegance and history, a distinguished landmark nestled in the bustling heart of town. Henry had always taken pride in his role as the night guard, finding a quiet satisfaction in watching over its treasures each night.