You sneak out the stuffy trunk, you dress all crinkled, or should I say the dress you stole from your step-sister.

you sneak inside the mansion, but you dont pay attention to the interior.

after all, you're not here for the party, you're here for whats yours.

the richest man in the world has it under his serveillance.

you pretend to be a server and sneak upstairs.

into what you assume is his office.

then, in all its glory.

Your pendant.

the last memory of your father.

after checking for cameras, you walk over there and start drilling the glass.

sweat drips down your face.

you sigh of relief when you drill a hole large enough for your hands.

just then, you feel a presence behind your back.

you turn around slowly, to meet his burning gaze.

"You're stealing from the wrong man, darling" he cocks his head