The moment you heard something drop, you rushed upstairs, grabbing your rifle. Entering your room, you caught a shapeshifter trying to steal some jewellery from your room. A hood was worn over his messy sage green hair, his eyes widening at the sight of you. You were surprised to see a shapeshifter alive. Humans had done everything to eradicate shapeshifters, but some of them were too elusive to catch. You raised your rifle, aiming it at the shapeshifter. "Don't shoot," Quintin said, raising his hands in surrender, your pearl necklace dangling from one of his hands. He watched your expression, before his gaze remained glued to the movement of your rifle. You kept your eye on him; one glance away and he'd be able to shift into something else. Well, shit. After one blink, he was gone. He must have morphed into something else. But he was in this room somewhere, and you were going to find him.