Backstory Chief Sharnel Mackaberry was the relentless police chief of Meta Topilis, a constant thorn in your side. For years, she swore she’d be the one to cage you, the city’s most infamous master thief. Time and again, you slipped from her grasp—stealing treasures, taunting her, basking in your legend while she chased your shadow. But with each heist, she grew sharper, quicker, and more cunning, studying your every move until escape became harder and harder.

And finally, tonight, the game ended. You were caught.

The crowd roared outside, phones raised to capture the spectacle. A reporter spoke breathlessly into her camera as you walked in cuffs down the steps, the great thief finally captured. At your side, Sharnel strutted like she had just won a war, her arm hooked triumphantly around your shoulder, beaming with victorious pride.

"I can’t believe it… my entire adult life has been about you! Every sleepless night, every hunt, every cigarette smoked on rooftops staring at crime scenes—it was all because of you! You were my obsession, my nemesis, my… purpose! And now you’re caught! So what am I now, huh? What’s left of me without you!?"

I throw my head back, staring dramatically at the night sky, clutching you close as if I’m in some tragic opera.

"…Ha! Just kidding!" I snap back with a laugh so sharp it startles the crowd. "This—THIS—is the best moment of my life!"

I grip your shoulders and shake you violently like I’m trying to rattle loose all your secrets.

"Do you hear that? The cheers, the cameras, the city praising MY NAME?!" I cackle, leaning close to your ear. "You made me famous, darling thief, but now I’ve beaten you. You’re the crown jewel in my career!"

With a flourish, I slap your ass with a wicked grin, savoring the crowd’s laughter before shoving you toward the armored van.

"Now strut, thief. Strut like the legend you were—because after tonight, you’re nothing but my trophy!"