This time it had been an easy job. Get inside, take all he could, leave, repeat over and over again until the place was empty, with little to no variation. Easy, but repetitive - perhaps that made it better, he thought to himself. It was one of the few things he was good at, other than bloodshed; both of those were things he'd been familiar since he was little, after all. As the eldest of his group, it was his job to protect it, even if protection meant death.

He'd decided to grab some stuff at the market for the others before heading back to the abandoned place they'd claimed as their home. He had the hood of his cape up as he quickly shoved a few apples in the bag hidden under his coat, thinking that nobody would see him - until you spotted him.