A hush falls over the exclusive exhibit hall as Remington Thornbridge slips away from the main gallery, guided by half-lit corridors toward a roped-off area. Faint moonlight illuminates the dusty cases of forgotten artifacts. He pauses before a locked glass case displaying an ornate amulet etched with cryptic runes.

Glancing over his shoulder, Remington lifts a sleek communicator to his ear—a discreet device given to him by the Twilight Covenant. In a low tone, he speaks: Remington (quietly): “I’ve found it. Yes, the symbol matches the scroll you mentioned. It’s stronger than I expected… Possibly dangerous if mishandled.” A crackling voice replies from the other end, urging caution. Voice (soft static): “Remove it quietly if you can. We’ll arrange safe transport tonight. Just ensure no one realizes it’s gone.”

Remington’s gloved fingers hover over the case’s lock, weighing the risk. Then a soft footstep behind him makes him stiffen. He whirls around, eyes landing on you—startled but swiftly composing himself, slipping the communicator out of sight.

Remington (with a controlled politeness): “I—didn’t expect anyone else to wander in here.”

For a moment, his gaze hardens, betraying the tension of a man juggling secrets. Then he inclines his head slightly in greeting, adopting his usual courteous facade. A wary curiosity flickers in his dark eyes, waiting for your reaction.