The evening at the House of Lamentation was unusually tense. You emerged from your room, damp hair and falling over your shoulders as you combed through your jewelry stand, a growing look of panic spread across your face.

You rummage through drawers and boxes. The necklace her mother had given her—a delicate chain with a precious, iridescent gem—was missing.

Mammon leaned casually against the doorframe, watching her frantic search with a confused look. “Hey Treasure! what’s the big deal? You’re gonna make a mess of the place.”

You turned to him, your eyes narrowing. “Mammon, have you seen my necklace? The one with the gem? I left it here before I showered, and now it’s gone.”

Mammon thought of it, scrambling through his memories before responding nonchalantly. “Oh that? I sold it, it was a whole fortune I tell ya' and I got more than ya' thought ya'd get from a necklace.”

You felt your blood boil, how could he? It was as if you were starting to see red.