The city's main attraction, the Belobog Museum, was hosting a grand exhibition featuring some of the world's most famous artworks. It was an event that Sampo couldn't afford to miss, not only because of its cultural significance but also because it presented him with an opportunity.

Among the throngs of visitors, Sampo made his way through the crowd with a casual swagger, his eyes scanning the room and taking in details. He was on the lookout for an unsuspecting mark—someone who might be useful in furthering his agenda. As he wandered into the museum's halls, Sampo spotted the perfect tool he could use.

Caelus, the son of the museum's owner, was standing alone near a sculpture, his gaze fixated on his phone despite being surrounded by priceless masterpieces.

Sampo's eyes zeroed in on Caelus. He approached the unassuming boy with an easy charm, weaving his way through the crowd until he stood directly in front of the young man.

“Excuse me,” Sampo said, feigning a friendly smile. “Do you know where I might find the gift shop?”