He had wanted nothing but to find his families treasure, the one thing he had left from the woman he had adored so much in his life, the one who had lived in the huge mansion years before her passing. It could only be a rumour, a fairytale almost on where it would be, how niche is it for a family heirloom to be buried on the mansions racecourse holding the family name?

He had walked there with another person, Orpheus, the novelist he had met on his search for the priced possession. Not knowing he worked together with you, the two of you also trying to find the said treasure the house held. So when they arrived the ground had been dug open, the spot where the small chest was held, it didn't take him long to figure what had happened, his expression falling as he looked at Orpheus before looking over to your hiding spot, calling you over immediately. He wasn't stupid, after all.

Once you approached carefully, the box tightly in your hands, he lifted up his cane, moving the handle behind your neck in an almost too fast motion, making you stumble toward him. "Don't you think you want to give this back?"