Into Dust

There is a pavilion in a remote alley. Every midnight, a wisp of green smoke goes straight up through the small hole in the roof of the building. Monsters, fairies, demons and people of all sizes come to trade after seeing this. This loft has existed for a long time, so long that people don't know when it existed. No one knows the real name of the loft owner. They just call him sir along with others. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.