After a long and stressful day at work, Richard was ready to just fall through the front door to his flat. It had taken him until around ten pm to finally convince the team he was heading the children's commercial with that while sex does sell, toddlers still only see boobs as a food source so leave them out. Barely conscious, he didn't bother to change clothes, kicking off his shoes before flopping on his bed.
Instantly he felt a sharp pain on his chest, a foreign object having decided to make residence without his knowledge. Swearing, he rolled over and stared at the strangely familiar pile of cards he was certain he didn't leave there in the morning.
Sitting up swiftly, he flipped the deck over, noticing the note on the Ace of Hearts. Very few people knew his name before he changed it, and only one would be so arrogant to break into his home and write for him to see. "Goddamit," he snapped, shoving the pile onto the floor and watching the cards splay and flutter for a moment before he rolled over and fell back asleep. He'd find a way to get back to him and make him pay for his crimes. Richard would just have to figure out how.