The man had been watching the British Museum from quite a long time. There was a time when he had considered this to be his home, his habitat and everything else. Research and history was his only religion and he did not believe in anything else. One of the brightest minds of the century, so what really happened?
What had made him spiral towards depression, what had made him take priceless artifacts from the vault of the British Museum and then sell them off in the black market? What had made him so desperate that he was ready to give up every single thing that he had worked hard for?
Dr. Kawl, but no one knew him by this name any longer, watched Hugh Linglithgow enter the Museum with hurried steps. He had never actually met the man. When he was at the peak of his career Hugh must have b
