Intent #
Ulysses returns to the site the next morning, half-expecting a prank or a hidden camera.
Narrative #
The sun was already up when Ulysses walked back onto the site. He scanned the area suspiciously, half-expecting to see a hidden camera or a team of pranksters laughing at his expense.
If this is a joke — you win, he thought. Hidden cameras? A streaming prank show? Well fucking done.
His heart raced as he approached the spot where he'd found the stone. God, I hope it's a joke.