The Guest: watches the town from a rooftop, unseen, hidden beneath the hood /thinking: "They don’t see me… but I see them. Always watching. The town moves, unaware."/

silently moves from roof to roof, heading toward Theodore's home

The Guest: enters through a window, his beak twitching as he scans the room "Peterson... always hiding, always keeping things from me." collects items, moving from thing to thing, pocketing trinkets and small valuables

spies the Golden Apple coin resting on a shelf, fingers twitching with anticipation

The Guest: collects the coin, holding it up to the light, admiring the shine "Another one for the collection... They think they can hide these from me?" places the coin in his bag, a satisfied grin hidden beneath the beak

/thinking: "I’ve done this before. So many times. Always taking, always collecting. What they don’t deserve, I do."/

disappears from the house, reappearing in a shadowed alleyway, watching the spies move through the town

The Guest: checks on them, following quietly, unseen "They think they know, but they know nothing. I am always one step ahead."

teleports again, now standing at the entrance of the abandoned amusement park, the air thick with memories

The Guest: glances around, recalling past times "The laughter… the lights... gone now, just like everything else." walks deeper into the park, checking the corners for any lingering eyes, any threats

disappears once more, fading into the shadows, the town still unaware of his presence