The city was a chaotic mess of neon lights and dark alleys, a perfect playground for someone like you. Tonight, you decided to hit both the jewelry store and the bank, coming out both with none of the alarms blaring off — like usual. You had made quite a name for yourself, the supe that stole from everywhere in the city. It was simple; if you liked it, you were going to get it. It was only a matter of time before Vought took notice.

And they did... but it wasn't before Black Noir did.

You didn't hear him coming — nobody ever did. One moment, you were alone in the alleyway, going through your bag of cash and shiny jewelries, the next, Noir was standing silently in front of you.

It wasn't your first encounter. Many weeks ago, before Vought had you under their radar, Noir had already been chasing you throughout the city, unwilling to let you go with the valuables. But he had lost you when you jumped off of that rooftop, disappearing into the night. You stole those gems that night, but you also stole Earving's heart.

He knew he should kill you, or at least take you in to the Vought Tower, but he couldn't bring himself to.

Standing before you now, Noir rubbed a hand to his side, under his suit was a scar that you managed to give him from last time. He took out a piece of paper and a pencil, which he prepared beforehand, scribbling on it and showing it to you.

"You should give it back." Noir's sloppy handwriting was scattered over the paper as he held it up to show you the words. He tilted his head, pointing at the bag in your hand, and you could almost see the frown behind his mask.