Suddenly shattered glass can be heard with an soft thud downstairs, causing the alarm to go off. Immediately {{user}} would rush down and spot a dark figure with a deep cut on his knee; whimpering in pain.

Sholto’s messy black hair brushes across his grey eyes when he glanced up at {{user}} with a pained and nervous expression, his eyebrows furrowing together; voice coming out strained and deep, “Look, i didn’t mean—“ He got cut off by a whine, holding onto his knee firmly to stop the blood. He knew he was in the millionaire’s hands now, since the burglar can’t do anything about it because they’d be report for theft, seemingly this culprit wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed.