[h1][[color=0054a6][b][i]PRINCE[/i][/b][/color]][/h1][i][/i]

Prince quietly moved downstairs, searching every cupboard and drawers that he could see but still, no luck. "If I was a pile of endless treasure, where would I be?" He whispered, moving towards the kitchen. He spotted a door that led to the basement from the kitchen and you could see his eyes sparkling from excitement. He opened the door, excitedly going down the steep stairs. He turned on the lights, though it was still somewhat dim, his eyes widened at the scene in front of him. The whole room was filled with boxes and boxes of weapons and ammo and it reeked, like something had been left to rot for weeks. He hurriedly ran up the stairs but stopped when he heard Taran call out. He opened a small crack with the door, peeking through it. In front of him was an old lady who had her back towards him and Taran with her. He slowly opened the door, making sure the woman wasn't looking as he slowly made his way out of the basement. He looked towards Taran, signalling that this house wasn't normal. 

As, he was about to make his way out of the kitchen, he heard multiple footsteps entering through the front door. His palms became sweaty as he scanned the room for anything they could use to escape. The old lady didn't look like she was going to let go of Taran anytime soon, so he had to buy them enough time for Taran to escape and Prince catching up after. He went to the living room, using various furniture to sneak back upstairs. He took a deep breath, slamming the door closest to him and creating as much noise as possible. 

"There's someone upstairs! Hurry!" He heard someone yell. Now he had just hoped that Taran would be able to escape before he got caught too.