Vivien K. Wilk

Greed. Someone once told him it was going to be bis end. He had laughed and given some vague answer that women would be his death. He didn't like to admit that he was wrong. But in this case it was difficult to dismiss.

"A trap, a fucking bloody trap! I'm not that stupid!"

It was hard to deny the facts when the ground kept coming towards you. From the corner of his eye, he could see the shadow of the treasure chest covering him. Dark, almost black wood that was decorated with silver fittings. Beautiful. How heavy was it? Probably heavy enough that it would be unsightly if it fell on him. But he didn't need to worry about that now. He didn't have to worry about anything anymore.