We followed the family through the house, keeping to the shadows. The little girl - my mirror image - was dragged by Victor into a hidden room behind the library. Rena found the mechanism to open it, and we slipped inside just as the door creaked shut.

The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with the stench of decay. In the center was a massive chest, bound with chains.

"This is it," Victor snarled. "You think I wouldn't find it?"

He opened the chest, and we gasped. Inside was a pile of gold coins and jewels, glinting in the dim light.

"Why are we watching this?" Tom whispered. "We need to get out before he sees us!"

But then it happened. Victor's face twisted into a mask of rage.

"You took everything from me," he hissed, turning to Eleanor. "You lied to me. Betrayed me. Do you think I'd let you live?"

Before Eleanor could respond, Victor lunged at her, his hands wrapping around her throat. The little girl screamed, looking at him horribly but Victor didn't stop.