James' Demand

James strolled toward the Ferris wheel, his fingers absentmindedly playing with a gold coin pendant he had crafted himself. It was one of his habits—a subtle tic. However, the coin was a poor substitute for the ruby he used to carry. That ruby had been inseparable from him, something he toyed with whenever he needed to think or calm himself.

The coin didn't offer the same comfort, but it served its purpose for now.

"I need to get that ruby back," James muttered under his breath, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "If Queen manages to cross into this world, there might be a way to return to mine."

His obsession with the ruby ran quite deep.

James' whole life had been surrounded by that Ruby, even his death was because of that Ruby.