Kip had heard of the White Rabbit. Many of his patrons were the victims of his cruel executions. Regulars who had been coming to the bar for years would suddenly disappear without a word and within the week they would appear in a small corner of the papers, listing out their name, crime and sentence. The White Rabbit was not a liked man where Kip was from, but the promise of coin made the Rabbit's offer too great for Kip to resist. When Kip left, he had taken a long route through countless alleyways and back doors to make sure he wouldn't be tailed. If anyone knew where he was, well, it's best not to think about it.

Kip looked down on the box and read the note. [i]Empty your pockets and put all objects inside the box. The only things you may bring inside is your key.[/i] Damn. Reluctantly, Kip took off the pouch on his belt and placed it at the bottom of the box, underneath some of the masks and belongings already inside. Then he took a mask out. A hooded face. He didn't care much for the name, but he preferred not to be known.

As Kip opened the door, he looked over his shoulder one last time. Nervous, he stepped into the mansion and closed the door behind him. In his waistcoat pocket was the ten dollar coin. He was risking a lot coming here. This had better be worth it.