"Curses," muttered Rone under his breath, turning a baleful glare toward the door. He was fairly certain that he knew enough of his idiot brother's dealings with his closest friends in order to know the most intimate secrets they shared, but if it was someone who was merely an acquaintance, then Rone was positive he'd be discovered. He would have to rely on his brother's closet scrapbooking addiction in order to be able to place faces, and his brother had never been a decent scrapbooker...

No matter. He would simply have to feign amnesia if the worst were to happen. It sounded as though there had been another unstoppable outbreak of it last night, and he would leave the island none the wiser, Reno's fortune in tow.

He straightened the suit he had stolen from Reno's closet, ran his fingers through his luxurious red hair in order to look more presentable, put on his most winningest of fake smiles, and then pulled open the door.

"Yes?"