Secrets… Conspiracy… Betrayal… and a family heirloom.
Catherim was a nice little tradition pencil artist, twas that until he began to uptake cake criticism, found it was rather his forte than rubbing lead against thinned trees. Catherim discovered his family had a secret treasure, within the family tomb within the abandon mansion of the Sitenars. He then found out, that his close friend, has been insulting him behind his back, humiliating him about his personal affairs. Catherim wanted revenge, revenge on thy named Robinsworth, he plotted to murder him in the crypt of his ancestors, nopony would know of his death, and impunity would be his. This is where the story begins…

[Reading tip: read very slowly, and take in each word, feel your own heart rate change to his]

Note: This is suppose to be a short story, where events take place in short, but with detail. As well as it's suppose to be as long as a novel.