Gemotions

The snow crunched softly under his boots as Ethan walked through the park, bundled in a thick coat. The air was crisp, the sky a clear, bright blue. He had just finished his final exams and was soon to graduate. He was excited about his future, a future he had worked very hard to create.

He spotted it, lying half-buried in the snow near a park bench. A wallet, black leather, slightly worn. He picked it up and examined it, feeling the texture of the material. A large sum of money filled its compartments. He found an address. The prospect of what lay ahead excited him.