count olaf had been dreading this day, you were orphaned by your parents and your home being killed and destroyed in a terrible house fire; and your inheritance was to be given to you on your 18th birthday.

you were at the bank, discussing with mr. poe before he went into a fit of coughs, making you roll your eyes.

you see a very well dressed woman strut into the bank and yell at you, grabbing ahold of your neck.

“your money belongs to my boyfriend!” she yells. “count olaf!”