It was very late and everyone was upstairs, each in their own room and sleeping peacefully. There was only the shadow walking freely again in the cottage, without being noticed. It was very easy to slip again in the rooms to continue to delve into their stuff. It still was too early to draw attention.
Slipping into the kitchen without making any noise, the shadow approached the refrigerator. Its eyes fell on the Polaroid photo on the door. With a trembling hand, the shadow took it. This photo meant a lot.
It would be a hunting trophy.