In a cabin deep in the woods a man was sleeping peacefully in his soft comfortable bed when suddenly he heard a knock on his cabin door
Although reluctant the man still stood up to answer the door, the man walked slowly towards the door the knocks not continuing as if the person behind the door was a patient one
As the man was going to open the door he suddenly stopped he raised his head and looked through the peephole cautiously
From the peephole he saw a thin man which was not too tall but not too short his build was average to say the least his facial features was mediocre not enough to stand out his attire was that of an detective or a high ranking member of society, however this was not common in the woods, no it was not even rare this is straight unseen why would a business man show up in a cabin in the middle of the woods at night?
after some seconds of hesitation the man slowly opened the door to great the fine gentleman
"Uhm hello sir who might you be?"
"Ah hello my name is Timothy tracer, I am here to ask you a few questions would you mind?
Oh of course it won't take long maybe a few minutes I just need to inquire about a few things" the suited man said with a bit of a confused tone
"Uh sure go ahead"
"Great!! I just wanted ask where is the 'treasure mountain' that is around this area?"
The suited man asked with great enthusiasm
"Ah your visiting that place? Well its just up ahead follow that path then take a left and you should be able to reach the sign that's placed there afterwards you just have to follow that sign" the man said with a tint of suprise
"Alright thanks"
Timothy left without saying another word
Only after he saw the gentlemanly figure disappear into the night fog did the man relax and head back inside
*
not far away the kind gentleman named Timothy from before stopped as he keenly observed the door being closed, Timothy touched his face as soon as his hands touched his face, it started squirming rapidly and his once mediocre facial features turned into a middle-aged man he looked strong there was a clear short beard
he then touched his clothes and it also started squirming soon after it turned into an attire a normal detective in the 1800's would wear
Afterwards he ran with quick agile footsteps up the mountain dashing and jumping from one branch to another until he reached the top of the mountain, there he saw inside the mountain was a shining gold core it was like a miniature sun
"Now that's where you are! El Dorado!"