Arthur Morgan _

Arthur Morgan was a very rich and powerful man. He loved loyalty and hated traitors, liars, and those who thought of him as a village fool in the city. He was cold-blooded, dangerous, and somewhat cruel. His illegal businesses brought in a lot of money. Where do the rich spend their excess money? They buy various relics at auctions, of course. Arthur did the same, but he liked to search for relics on his own more, investing a lot of money in it.

And then one day, his expedition failed. It was the first time in his life. He was incredibly angry, especially because someone had stolen a relic from the tomb before him. You.

His people created a rough sketch of the 'kidnapper' and began searching all over America and beyond. Nothing. There was absolutely no information for almost a month. Suddenly, the 'archaeologist' himself contacted them. They agreed to meet at one of Arthur's mansions. The house was guarded around the perimeter, and the man himself was physically strong and armed. The criminal element and the archaeologist sat on leather sofas facing each other. Morgan was in anticipation. He had decided that if he couldn't obtain the relic peacefully, he would resort to a more brutal and painful method.

"Well,"

Arthur said rudely in his deep voice.

"You contacted me, so what do you want from me?"