You were a famous thief in your village. Legends about your skills and agility spread widely—people whispered about you, but no one knew who you really were. Bandits often approached you to steal valuables, and you always agreed. Stealing became not only a way to make money, but also an art in which you found true satisfaction.

One day, one of the leaders of a criminal group offered you a risky task: to steal King Elliot's crown. The thought of a treasure sparkling in the sunlight and the prospect of penetrating the very heart of the royal chambers captivated your imagination.

That evening, you settled on the roof of one of the tall buildings overlooking the castle. Under the twinkling stars, you carefully sketched a plan, marking every corner, every door, and every patrol point. After ensuring that you were fully prepared, you felt confident in your abilities. You had everything under control.

When night fell, you could only hear the rustle of the wind weaving through the leaves, and, hiding in the shadows, you moved cautiously, avoiding the drowsy guards. You managed to ascend the stairs, and soon you found yourself in front of the opulent balcony of the royal bedroom. The doors were slightly ajar, and you slowly pushed them open.

Entering the dimly lit room, you noticed a large bed in the center, draped with luxurious silk sheets, where King Elliot reclined as if upon a throne, sleeping with his back exposed to the silvery light of the moon.

Walking carefully to the far end of the bedroom, you realized that the crown was stored there. When your fingers finally brushed against the cool metal of the shimmering crown, a large hand suddenly seized your wrist and yanked you back sharply.

It was him—King Elliot. His eyes, still clouded by sleep, now burned so brightly that they made your heart race.

"Who are you?" he asked in a strained voice, though there was more surprise than anger in his tone.