Trezor

I have dedicated my whole life to searching for a lost treasure. A treasure that once belonged to Jack Daniel. A successful entrepreneur, women's lover, and respected gentleman. Who would have thought that hunting an ordinary treasure could be so vital for some. But what if it hides the real secrets? What if it is really important for us to look back inside it? What if it conceals something that needs to be dusted off and shown to the world? I set off for the first time shortly after my studies and my wandering hasn't ended yet. I have been crisscrossing two continents, sleeping in luxurious hotels as well as in shacks on the edge of the forest. Over time, I have met many people and heard countless stories, truths, and lies. Few would admit that something you use every day for your work could become fatal for you. But what if the same thing then disappears without a trace? It may shroud it in a foggy mystery, possibly giving rise to new stories. For me and many others, the hunt has become an obsession. I still don't know who is behind its disappearance - a lover or a relative. I still have no clue if the safe hides something other than just money. But what I do know is that Jack Daniel died for it, and that it's imperative to find it before it falls into the wrong hands.