You chill around in your private office for a bit...until you suddenly received a call that startled you a bit. "Hello? Detective Rose's office?" you say looking a bit annoyed. "Pardon me, Miss Rose, but Im afraid I'll require your services. Meet me at the Whitebury Museum on 6th Street Avenue." the voice on the phone says before they quickly shut off the call. You look at the receiver before putting it back on and preparing to leave. You head towards the adress to discuss things privately with the client. On the way you noticed an old man with a bushy moustache waiting at the museum's entrance. "Ah, there you are, Miss Rose. My name is Cliff Brooks. Let's head to the office. This is a serious matter we need to discuss." You follow the man and when he made sure no one was around us he continued: "Do you recognise this?" he says showing you a calling card. "The museum received it this morning. A phantom thief who calls themselves Crimson Sparkle plans to steal our museum's biggest prize. The original Fabergé egg. The targeted object is already transferred in a safe but its up to you to stop that thief from absconding with our museum's pride and joy. We have security but we also can't be too careful. Are you up to it?" The museum director says sternly I read the writing on the calling card. "Tonight I will come and steal your lovely egg. Don't keep me waiting. ♡ - Crimson Sparkle" I recite the calling card monotonely before looking at Brooks. "I'll do it!" The man smiled. "Excellent. I knew I could rely on you."

9 hours later

I wait near the safe with the men waiting for night to arrive. Suddenly I felt rather drowsy but kept myself awake. That's when I noticed the vent above and a smoke bomb coming from it. Me and a few guards there were taken by surprise and I suddenly felt a kick at my neck that sent me backwards against a wall. "Kept you all waiting, huh?" says the thief as she used a lipstick laser to cut the safe open before taking the egg and breaking through the window. I felt dazed and enraged.