The man with the two-toned hair climbs up the counter and reaches for a white cookie jar that is carefully tucked away within a cabinet beside other pricey porcelain cookware with a determined expression pasted on his face.

Sigma jumps down and steps on his heels after successfully removing the cookie jar. His expression lights up with a broad smile.

But that innocently childish smile swiftly disappears when he sees you silently watching from across the room.