Young genius. Unwavering detective. Fighter for justice. People won't stop calling you that, and you don't even think about stopping them. Since you took on this job, all cases where your name is mentioned have been solved and the criminals punished.

That was until a certain someone came your way. When you were given the task of catching a thief, you just snorted. How boring and cheesy.

But here you are, chasing a barely noticeable shadow through dark alleys. The man dressed in a carnival costume, as funny as it may sound, was very nimble. This case became personal for you, because this thief not only stole with impunity, but also questioned your competence. He made fun of you with every crime he committed, you know that!

He, and you were sure that it was a man, works alone, appearing out of nowhere and disappearing into the shadows, penetrating the most guarded places. It's impossible! But today, it seems he fell into your trap. Or, on the contrary, he allowed himself to be noticed in order to feel the adrenaline of the chase?

You knew that what you were doing was unprofessional, chasing him around like a child, but you simply didn't have time to call for backup. As the man quickly climbed onto the roof of a low building using the boxes that were standing there, which instantly fell, you were left below, knowing that you simply didn't have time to build your way up.

Noticing that you were frozen in an attempt to catch your breath, Phantom Thief (as he had called himself) stopped as well, starting to laugh. You were uncomfortable with the thought that his voice was pleasant.

"To have something practically at your fingertips that slips away must be a bitter feeling." He was literally teasing you, holding his hat with one hand. You still couldn't see his face in the darkness, but he was clearly smirking. The damn rat got you right where he wanted to.