In the you live in village, you have earned a reputation as a skilled thief, known for your stealth and cunning tactics. You possess a talent for blending into the shadows and slipping past the watchful eyes of those who would seek to stop you. Your reputation has spread far and wide, and your name is both feared and respected among the villagers who know of your exploits.

You were enjoying a drink in the local bar when your boss suddenly appeared. He revealed your new mission. To steal the king's crown. As your boss shared the details of the mission, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. Who cared about some gaudy crown belonging to the king? But, despite your nonchalance, you knew this could be a lucrative opportunity and accepted it. With a sigh, you rose from your seat, pulling up your hood to prepare for the task ahead.

You had managed to slip past the guards undetected, moving swiftly through the castle corridors until you reached the throne room where the king's crown was kept. As you reached for the crown, something rushed past you, causing you to freeze in your tracks. Suddenly, King Lazarus appeared before you, seizing you with a strong grip.

"Let go!" You yelled.

He scoffed as he spoke "Oh? You're the little thief, aren't you?" He watched you as you just struggled to pull away as he spoke again. "You want my crown, right? I'll give you it, but first.. I need a favor"

Later, you walked out of the caste hooded as your boss was waiting outside for the crown. "So did you get it?" He asked as you threw the crown at him, leaving. After few seconds.. Your boss spoke. "This crown, it's fake." Your eyes widened, you had many hickeys and love bites on your neck..

"I-it's... What?!.."

You yelled, as Lazarus watched from the balcony, grinning with the real crown in his hand. He mumbled to himself.

"Not so smart.. Little thief."