He twirled around on the marble floor, taking in the work that was put in to build the three-story building. He wished that he could turn on the lights and fully see what this mansion looked like. Although he was a Raider and the tattoo on the side of his neck confirmed it, he was a Designer deep down. He always dreamed of designing beautiful mansions for Celestials and being able to bring them happiness, because that’s what Humans do, right? They serve Celestials in order to make them happy. 

True happiness never belonged to humans. 

     A sharp thought came to his mind and his shoulders fell. 

Not even his sister.

     He brought up his left arm and ran his fingers through his hair. It’s been ten years since the incident and the scar is still visible on his heart. He couldn’t protect her from the very thing she loved.

     “I shouldn’t be getting so emotional on the job.” He told himself.

     He always found a way to become emotional on one of the jobs. He could easily dive into the first time he decided to become a Raider of the Hearts. He had to break into the Luician Family mansion over in the Summerhouse District in order to be accepted in. 

     The Summerhouse District was lighter in security and was known for being a retreat for the elder Celestials who didn’t have to strive day by day working. He had no E.I Bracelet. No knowledge of the enchantment circles, alchemy, and the dark arts. 

     He just knew that he needed the money and fast. He smiled, moving to the right to the first door on the right wall. He decided to start right from left and then travel down the hall. He came to the first door and pressed his hand against the doorknob. He gently turned it and pushed the door but it did not open.

     “That’s weird. The doors locked.” He commented, taking a few steps to the side to another door. He tried the door but it still wouldn’t open.

     “What did they do, lock all the doors before they left!?” he questioned the logic of locking your doors.

     He tried all the doors on the right but didn’t get any luck. They all required a person who is skilled in Smithery and he was not that type of person. He decided to try the doors on the left side. All but the last one opened for him and when he did, he exhaled.

     “That took way too much time.” He took a step forward but noticed something moving in the corner of his right eye. 

     He glanced over his shoulder, ceasing his movement. Within the darkness, there was nothing but a pair of red eyes staring at him.

His heart raced, and his mind went blank. He quickly shined the flashlight down the hall and spotted the glowing red eyes. They had belonged to the head of a clay statue that sat on a pedalstol in the corner of the short corridor. He exhaled, his heart rate slowing down. He chuckled at his reaction and shook his head.

     “This mansion's weird.” He entered inside with the flashlight first.