"Dirty and dusty," Shouta noted, using his capture scarf to wipe down the sarcophagus he had found. he had busted a trigger deal and stumbled upon a delivery that was supposed to be made. but the truck had been knocked over during the ruckus and buckus. And UA had offered to bring the deliveries back to find their rightful owners. This large coffin had been stored in the staff room.

"I'll never understand why people pay so much money to obtain an old coffin for decorative purposes. It seems so illogical and a waste of money." Shouta muttered. Curiosity eating at him, could there possibly be a skeleton in it? He carefully removed the lid of the sarcophagus and almost screamed when he saw the perfectly preserved dead body inside... No, not dead. Breathing. Alive.

The pro dropped the lid, grabbing at his scarf. Tense. The sound stirred the person, who groaned. Sitting up. It was like something straight out of the movie The Mummy. "Who the hell are you?!" he growled. Staring at the person with his good eye, his hair rose. And a red shine from his good eye.