Like seriously, Holy Shit.
Were they expecting you to do something about the treasure?
You've worked at the parlor for maybe two months, And it's minimum wage.
You go home, put on some cartoons, fix a quick bowl of cereal, and go right back to bed!
I mean, you should probably call the police, But Jesus Christ, I'm not going to blame you for sleeping this one off at the moment
You have a difficult time getting to sleep, but eventually, it happens.
You dream of Ice cream, Rainbows, Puppies, and your Dead Friend SASHA!
THERE'S BLOOD EVERYWHERE!
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME?" She Screeches, "WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE ME?"