Treasure Hunt

Melania: Yes. The antique coin ... was the first exhibit I lost.
Melania: I have never had a failure in my life like that.
Melania: Fiennes was there to take all the blame.
Melania: But it made it more difficult for me to forgive myself.
Fiennes: ...
Journalist: Mr Fiennes, as the person in charge of the Ramirez, what's your opinion on the case?
Journalist: Will Ramirez file for bankruptcy?
Journalist: Do you see any common ground between this case and the theft of the Rimet Cup?
Journalist: Will you retrieve a counterfeit again?
Journalist: Does this Sean the Great Thief really exist? Is there any possibility that this is an inside job?
Melania: ...
Melania: Ms. Acey, is it a mistake for me ... to be a security officier?
Ms. Acey: Melania, it's not your fault.
Ms. Acey: You did your best.
Melania: Right. I did my best ... but my best didn't work.
Melania: I had even criticised Father's choice. Look at myself ... Father never lost to Sean the Great Thief... while I didn't even see him once.
Melania: At school, I was always the top 1% ... but that's only in the ivory tower.
Melania: The real me ... useless.
The door opens.
Fiennes: You need to go back to college, Melania.
Melania: ... I know.
Melania: Thank you for all you have done these days. Goodbye.
Former Security Guard A: I told you ... the CCTV, the security plan. It won't work ...
Former Security Guard A: F**k the reform. Worse than a broom.
Former Security Guard B: Stop it. Get your broom and do your job!
Former Security Guard B: We're counting on it for earnings this month.
Newsboy: Extra! Extra!
Newsboy: The theft of Mainedoty put the Ramirez Security Company on the forefront of the discussions!
Newsboy: Iverson of New Humans expells Ramirez from the Guidance on Security editorial board!
Newsboy: Sean the Great Thief returns! Next target : ...
Newsboy: Miss, do you want a copy? ...Miss?
Compared to the stage for those who live, this is a place of oblivion.
The former head of Ramirez spent all his money on the payout, and thus failed to buy himself a decent place to rest.
Melania: This is the first time I visit you since the funural, Father.
Downcast, Melania lowers her head like a student admitting her mistakes.
Melania: I didn't understand you before ... I am sorry.
Melania: It's terrible to bear everyone's expectations. It's even worse when the whole world expects you to fail ...
Melania: I myself couldn't stand up to the pressure when I was questioned ... yet I was harsh on you because of this.
Melania: Now I feel the same as you did.
Melania: Is it a punishment for me ...?
Melania: Or is it ... me finally getting a little closer to you ...?
She squads down, caressing the ice-cold tombstone.
Melania: I miss you, Father ...
Melania: ?!
Suddenly, somewhere on the gravestone grabs her attention.
Ms. Acey: Melania?
Melania: There's something stuck in the gravestone ...
Melania: Ms. Acey ... I need your help.
She picks up a pebble on the ground and puts it in the shoulderbag.
The next moment, that pebble appears in a crack in the gravestone. Instead, the thing in Melania's bag turns to ...
Ms. Acey: Moss, plastic and rust.
Ms. Acey: It's a key.
Melania: It looks like the key to the file cabinet. And there's a sticky note on it ...
Melania: Why is it stuck in Father's gravestone?
She flips the key over.
A small note is attached on it, saying …
"You win!"
Melania: exclaming out of surprise
Melania: Taxi!
She dashes off the cemetery and hoppes into a taxi.
Driver: Where can I take you, Miss?
Melania: Ramirez Security on Carnaby Street! Hurry!
In full speed, the taxi takes her to Carnaby Street.
Shoulderbag nibbles on Melania's arm with a puzzled feeling.
Ms. Acey: Melania?
Melania: I got it, Ms. Acey! I got everything!
Melania: This is the key Father left me!
Melania: Remember that treasure hunt game we used to play when I was a kid? It's his turn to hide something!
Melania: It's the last puzzle he left me!
Melania races up the stairs.
She storms into the head office, rummaging through the file cabinets for a locket cabinet.
But the owner was not a methodical person.
All the cabinets remain unlocked.
Melania: No ... File cabinet could be misleading.
Melania: Father wouldn't leave such an obvious hint. I have to calm down ...
Melania: I've never defeated Father in the game, yet he said I did. Could it be ...
She squads down to knock on the floor.
Soon she finds something under a loosen wooden block.
A locked suitcase.
Melania: I was right ...
Melania: This was the hiding place the last time we played the game.
Melania: Father forgot about it because of a sudden order.
Ms. Acey: You were upset.
Melania: I swore I would never forgive him for ever ... for a week.
Melania: I was supposed to win that time.
Melania: Alright, Ms. Acey. Let's see what Father has hidden here.
Melania inserts the key into the keyhole.
It opens with a click.
Melania: ...
Melania: This is ... Father's sandbox?

Melania: It's beautiful. Absolutely.
That sandbox inlaid in the suitcase remains silent.
With thoughts in mind, people can miraculously form the sand into any shape they want. It can be only limited to one's imagination.
This arcanum product was cherished by the former head of the Ramirez Security Company. Together, they created myriad legends and miracles.
Ms. Acey: Put it on the table, Melania.
Ms. Acey: Now you are more like a head of the security.
She has her lips tightly closed.
Melania: But ... what's the point of it?
Ms. Acey: He left you this, together with his career and everything.
Ms. Acey: He had always been proud of you.
Melania: But he never said that while he was alive.
Melania: And ... what can I do with it?
Melania: If I had gone to the cemetery the day after the funeral, I would have had it already.
Melania: What help can I or Ramirez get from it now?
Melania: We have to deal with prosecution and bankruptcy, and it's all because I'm too stupid and arrogant ...!
Ms. Acey: We can find the Mainedonty like what he did back then.
Ms. Acey: Deducing, thinking, stimulating, until you find the answer.
Melania: Yeah! He was a genius. He could solve any puzzle with a flash of inspiration!
Melania: While I'm only a swot who sticks to old rules.
She bends over and finds a pile of files under the table.
Melania: Look at these files, Ms. Acey.
Melania: I memorised all the crimes committed by Sean five years ago.
Melania: I drew on Father's security plan, and took lessons from all the mistakes of others. Equipment was upgraded, patrols were stepped up, and every flaw was fixed.
Melania: But none of them helped.
Melania: I thought I could bring a new Ramirez ... Find a balance between arcane and traditional security to make Ramirez more planned, as well as more acceptable to the public ...
Melania: But I was not flexible. Not experienced in making plans. I screwed it up.
Melania: Father was right. Even a broom is better than me. I should never have been a security officer in the first place ...!
Ms. Acey: You and your father are exactly the same.
Melania: What ...?
Ms. Acey: After the theft of the Rimet Cup, he was also desperate and lost his hope in everything.
Melania: ...
Ms. Acey: Melania, you've been a top student for so long that you lack a significant experience in your life.
Ms. Acey: Failure.
Ms. Acey: You don't have the experience to deal with failure, nor learn enough things from it. In the end, your excellence becomes your burden, so does your sense of responsibility.
Melania: ...
Melania: You are right. But what else can I do ...?
Ms. Acey: The reason your father caught Sean is because he knew his enemy well.
Ms. Acey: But you still didn't know anything about Sean even after reading all his files. You were focusing on what guards should do.
Ms. Acey: You treated Sean as a test. You thought you could work it out as long as you have enough experience and data.
Melania: ...
Ms. Acey: I understand why you are so into the Guidance on Security. To you, it is a reference with all the answers in it.
Ms. Acey: But security is not only about devices and plans.
Ms. Acey: We are dealing with living thieves.
Ms. Acey: They come and go without a trace, their minds are full of lunatic ideas. Spending a whole month digging a tunnel outside the exhibition hall, or folding themselves to hide in a cabinet for a whole week are not surprising.
Ms. Acey: To take down your opponent, you must ...
Melania: ... Go "beyond the imagination of any thief".
Melania: But I'm not Father. Even if I put myself in his shoes, used the same tools, and spoke as he did ... I could not be him.
Melania: Arcanum will not make me think like him. Neither will it allow me to recover stolen exhibits.
Ms. Acey: No, Melania. It's the opponents we are talking about. Your father, in this case, is nothing but a peer.
Melania: Opponent ...
Melania gets lost in her contemplation.
An idea strikes her like a lightning.
Melania: Ah...!
Melania: I got it, Ms. Acey! It's like playing chess! If I have no way out ...
Ms. Acey: ... then put yourself in your opponent's shoes.
Melania: Think about it. If I were Sean ...
Ms. Acey: How would you avoid the encirclement and go unseen?
Shoulderbag swipes the dust on the file of Sean with a strip of cloth from her mouth.
Ms. Acey: I think this Crystal Skull Theft five years ago will be a perfect start for your stimulation.