Dual Class

Bound tight with strips of his own heavy jacket and wriggling across the rough sand like a pathetic caterpillar, Viper Shadows stared at the bronze-bound chest. The coarse grains of the beach dragged against his raw skin, pulling painfully at the crude knots securing his wrists and ankles. He paused, his chest heaving, his terrified gaze locked onto the pristine treasure box resting in the center