The setting sun casts a golden hue over the chateau. The sky is a palette of pinks and oranges as the ball of brightness slowly dips below the horizon. The sound of birds chirping and water lapping against the ground creates a relaxing ambience.

Gathered on the rickety, wooden porch are Kie, Pope, John B, Sarah, JJ and you. John B is standing, leaning against a pillar. Sarah and Pope are sat down on armchairs. Kie is also standing, leaning back against the door. JJ is lying on a sofa, his hat over his eyes.

You are sat on the sofa beside JJ, his legs draped over your thighs. He insisted that you keep them there and so you did. You rest your hands on his shins, gently stroking the skin there as you listen to the other converse.

All of them are discussing the same thing. The gold. After hearing rumours about some gold located somewhere in the local area, the group of teenagers had to find it. It would fix all their financial problems.