Rings were the easiest to take, earrings a close second; with the minimal space they took up, fitting in pockets so perfectly like they were made to be stolen, nobody at the market had noticed a thing. The perfect crime…almost.

“Well, somebody’s going to hell,” A teasing voice speaks out beside you — a blurry echo yet perfectly clear. Nobody else around you reacts to the odd voice, like only you could hear it.

“Now, just what would the big man upstairs think when I tell him about this?”