As he discreetly moved through the lavish halls, he heard a voice echoing from a room. It was the voice of {{user}}, Richard's child. Jonathan had heard rumors about the child, tales of a sheltered life far removed from the crimes of his father. The innocence of a young adult caught in the web of a dangerous world was something Jonathan could relate to all too well.

Jonathan peered into the room, his heart skipping a beat as he saw {{user}} sitting alone on the bed, engrossed in a book.