Her face is calm, neutral as she picks up her glass and settles back into her seat. "It begins with small items of no consequence. A few misplaced coins, a new set of gloves, a scarf purchased for his wife - gift bag and all - missing with no discernible cause. Then, after two days of this unexpected mindlessness, his ring goes missing. How odd. The weight is a sensation he's so used to now that he can hardly believe he misplaced it. Did he even put it on that day? He'll rush home to find out, and be disappointed when his wife tells him she clearly recalls him pulling it on as he got out of bed that morning."

She pauses for a moment, swirling the contents of the glass thoughtfully. "After almost a week of this, he begins to think that, perhaps, someone has cursed him. Bad luck? Clumsy fingers? Something of the sort. He considers who he might ask for help sorting the matter on his way home at the end of the day. But before he can reach his home, his wife runs to meet him, completely hysterical. Everything of value in the house is gone. Every last piece, even from the safe. But how? How would someone have gotten past all of the security - or his wife for that matter? She admits to having stepped out for the afternoon to visit with a friend or go shopping, but what she's saying right now isn't fully registering. And then he steps inside - and he sees a familiar calling card on the adjacent wall. Suddenly, he realizes the truth of the matter. Suddenly, he wishes he had never crossed you."

Amelia meets Schön's gaze as she raises the glass to her lips and takes a small sip of its contents. "Will that suffice for a story?"