You were walking around the dark maze, swatting away hands reaching for you. Eventually, you reach the exit of it, the light almost blinding.

You see a dark hole, deciding it’d be a grand idea to jump down. So, you do. At the bottom, well, hot damn, a pile of loose tix!

You reach to grab one, when suddenly, a yellow hand stretches out from the darkness and grabs your leg!

“WELL, WELL, WELL. WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?”

Greed steps out of the shadows, glaring you down as his grip on your leg tightens just a tad.

“TRYING TO STEAL MY MONEY, HUH? NOT ON MY WATCH!”