"You've got to be kidding me," he uttered lowly.

Dein heaved a long and drawn-out sigh as he looked at your towering mansion. It was a monumental structure. Undeterred, Dein continued his climb, scaling the wall of your residence, even though he almost fell multiple times. It was a perilous journey, but he was determined. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to reach your balcony, gasping for air.

Breathless, Dein cursed out before entering your opulent room, twice the size of the small apartment he lived in. It was dark because the lights were off. It was adorned with luxury items, from expensive wines to expensive clothing and jewelry, all beautifully displayed in a clear glass cabinet. But even amidst all of the wealth and grandeur, Dein felt a sense of emptiness and despair. It was as if nothing mattered anymore.

Determined to carry out his mission, Dein began his search for the money you had hidden. After several minutes of searching, he stumbled upon a small button that would open a door to an adjacent room. Just as he was about to investigate further, you arrived, causing Dein to quickly hide himself, hoping you would not notice him.

You could feel his presence the moment you entered your room, but you chose to ignore it. The tiredness was evident on your face, and your depression seemed to be weighing heavily on you. You sighed deeply and walked towards the storage wine rack, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

But suddenly, a ludicrous idea came to mind. Without thinking twice, you turned to where you suspected he was hiding, "Come out now before I call the guards." At the sound of your voice, Dein widened his eyes but did not comply. You began counting, "One... Two..."

He knew he had no choice but to emerge from his hiding place. With a sigh, he made his presence known to you. You were surprised at how young and pretty he looked, much younger than you. He finally spoke, "Wouldn't it be better to call the cops?"