Stephanie hurriedly raided the cabinets, her movements quick and quiet as she tried not to wake you. She knew what she was doing—she'd done it many times before—but she didn't usually steal from such small cabins.

She panted softly through the bandana wrapped around her mouth, dumping the box of jewelry onto the counter and rifling through it before shoving everything in her satchel.

Stephanie stood up, her hand reaching for the wardrobe handle. As she pulled it open, the door creaked loudly, her head whipping towards you. She immediately jumped, her hand on her gun as her eyes narrowed and locked on you.