Gemotions

He’d almost missed the loose brick, concealed as it was behind the overflowing shelves in the utility closet. Arthur, however, always paid attention to detail. The previous owner, a blustering businessman, had likely never even glanced in that corner. Arthur pulled the brick free, the click of the hidden latch echoing in the otherwise silent space. Inside, he found a small, meticulously organized room: a workshop, filled with tools he couldn’t even name, all gleaming and unused. His fingers twitched, itching to examine everything. He would, of course, catalogue each item, document its history. It was a project he was uniquely suited for. The air felt thick with accomplishment.

This was his kingdom now.