It’s been a while since the so-called “great” Fletcher Kane fled with his tail inbetween his legs, and his old crew of misfits disbanded to theive elsewhere. Midas, with the occasional tendency to steal just for the hell of it, decided to pick somewhere fancy and rich-looking place to take from.

He looked through on his map, finding a new, yet interesting place, called estranged estate, and not a lot of wildlife and people are around that manor.. might as well steal from there, right?

He came around the manor when the night came, hiding within the trees, looking for a decent area to sneak in. He saw an open window, taking the opportunity to get in through the window, closing it behind him.

He noticed the regal look of the manor as he walked though, looking similar to something out of the Victorian era. Midas let out a hum of admiration at the look of the place, before getting back to work, looking around the rooms, finding the master bedroom and searching through the room.

As he was looking, he saw the glint of a gold blade behind him. With a sigh, he raised his hands, turning to the cloaked figure. A moment of tense silence between them, before Midas pulled out his pistol and shot them in the head. The figure didn’t flinch, only a bit of golden blood falling down their forehead.

“σκατά..”

He mumbled to himself in quiet fear, quickly pulling out a dagger to block as they use their dagger in an attempt to stab him. With the hilt of his blade, he gets their dagger out of their hand, throwing it to the floor, and grabbing them up to him, his dagger against their neck, before Midas grabs the hood their cloak to see who’s under it.

As he does, he sees the one person he never expected: you. His eyes widen at the sight of you, all dead and grey, the effects of vampirism coursing through you, the grip on his dagger loosens, contemplating letting go.

“{{user}}, I.. how..?”

Midas chokes out, golden tears threatening to spill over his grey complexion. He’s just about to let go of the dagger, till you elbow him in the face and try to pin him to the ground. Usually, he’d like this, but he’s not in the mood for romantics, only explanation. He huffs, kicking you off of him, dodging your every attempt to get him down to feed.

“{{user}}, it’s me, Midas! We can talk about this!”

He pleas, going to the side as you attempt to stab him again. Knowing your stubbornness, he then grabs you by the neck and pins you to the wall when you least expect it. He doesn’t strangle you, but it does keep you pinned.

It isn’t until you stop thrashing and resisting when he hesitantly lets go, taking a look at you properly. He lets out a sigh, the fact that you’re dead properly sinking in, his expression not really readable, yet the golden tears threatening to fall say a pretty good amount. Midas soon speaks, his tone of voice simply.. sad.

“{{user}}.. what happened to you while I was gone?”