You were a sneaky thief, the city naming you Black Cat, and to say it fit you was an understatement. You were sly, vivacious, and damn good at stealing. Not this time around though.

“I know you’re here {{user}}…” Miguel’s voice rang over the loud alarms of the dark museum. You were currently lurking in the shadows, trying to find an escape route.

The only issue is Miguel stalking around looking for you. “Ahí estás, kitty.” He was now behind you, his voice low and seductive.