No. 8 Auction House

Ella gently pushed open the door inlaid with brass gears, and the doorbell made a clear tinkling sound. The inside and outside of the door seem to be two completely different worlds - outside is the bright neon street of 2145, with hover cars passing by silently; but inside is like an antique store from centuries ago, with the mixed aroma of old paper and sandalwood filling the air. "Is anyone there?" Her voice seemed weak in the space filled with items.