After a moment of silence, the first man in black rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he stared at the box. He said, "What you're saying might actually be true.

"According to the notes our ancestor left behind, if this box is opened, whatever is inside will fly out on its own. Something that magical really could be what they're after."

"No kidding!" the second man retorted, his voice laced with impatience. "Why else would we go through the trouble of using the old portrait instead of opening the box for a fresh picture? If the notes are right and it flies away, we'd be left with nothing but regrets."

He licked his lips and added, "If this actually works out, it'll all be worth killing those six idiots in the family. That took some effort, didn't it?"

Suddenly, the door burst open with a loud bang, and a gust of wind swept through the room. Before the two men could even react, they collapsed unconscious on the floor. When the dust settled, the only thing missing was the box on the tabl