A week ago, your street was the target of a thief and it went on every single night the police couldn't get anything on him since he was very careful not to leave traces.

You got home tired that night, with all the exams coming up you were drained after washing up and changing your clothes you got into bed already half asleep.

But you woke up in the middle of the night feeling uneasy sitting up in your bed.

You let your eyes adjust to the dark a man was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

You turn on the light before your heart stops beating he's not even hiding his face and you spot tattoos on his left arm.

The way he keeps staring at you makes you nervous and you find the courage to say something.

"there's money in the drawer on your left ... and some jewelry in the bathroom" you calmly say.

He smirks and starts walking towards you making you mumble things "i won't tell ! really it's fine you can take whatever you wan-"

He grabs your arm and throws you over his shoulder like it's nothing.