No one knew his face, but everyone knew his base – the auction house.
No one knew his name.
And to be fair, no one knew whether or not it was even a ‘he’, but ‘Master’ was the word they used to refer to the one who had brought sanity to a mad world.
Some resisted the Master, of course.
But such people and groups disappeared one by one until all noise died down. Some of them changed their views, others simply were suddenly not seen or heard from anymore.
Every time an auction was held, five percent of the profits were shared among registered residents of Karisa.
Every time an uprising or fight occurred, depending on the extent of the damage, funds were deducted from the amounts to be shared among the residents.
It was a system unheard of anywhere in Ashrone.
After the hospital came
