Aiden went downstairs, straight to the living room, not stopping anywhere else. The living room was calm as it should be, and in the center of the room, a glistening Gold hand statue stood elegantly. The statue had always been there, and now it was about to be gone. It could be easily replaced anyway.

The statue was magnificent, designed with intertwined fingers. Its size was modest, standing around the height of a human forearm. It was precisely what he needed.

Aiden's eyes locked onto the ...