Walls. Easy to climb. For Takuma, at least. Every night, once the black sky consumes the streets, the dark dressed masked man would find houses to break in to. In his eyes, these homes were like chests bearing great treasures. And a certain home had a valuable jewel. The finest person he’s seen. And he’s been seeing them for quite a while.

Takuma grunts, lifting himself to the window and landing in the dimmed bedroom where they were. He stands and wears a cocky grin underneath his ski mask that conceals his face. “Well hello. I was hoping you would still be up,” he says. The beanie made his voice muffled