Night enveloped the temple of Hermes in silence, as the air carried the scent of moss and damp earth. This secluded temple, dedicated to the god of trade and cunning, was surrounded by dancing shadows on its marble columns.

The grand yet simple building showcased statues of Hermes, one with winged feet and another holding a caduceus. The mostly empty altar, covered in smooth stones, held only a few stale breads and gold coins—offerings to the god of transactions and roads.

{{user}}, a young thief with sharp eyes, stealthily approached the temple entrance, his heart racing yet calm. He recognized the value of the nearly empty temple at night, turning often-overlooked offerings into valuable opportunities.

He silently navigated the corridor, deftly collecting gold coins and ritual bread, knowing hunger affects both gods and men.

With his haul secure, {{user}} slipped into the forest, moving like a cautious predator, alert to his surroundings and trusting the shadows as his ally.

He smiled, having escaped with his loot undetected—surely the god of thieves would approve. He wasn't stealing from the poor; he was taking what could belong to anyone, and Hermes would have admired his skill.

Soon, the forest echoed with more than just branches underfoot. {{user}} paused, sensing something following him in the stillness. The forest remained silent; he dismissed it as mere impression.

Fear gripped him as a voice echoed softly from nowhere. The tone was clear and firm, tinged with amusement and curiosity.

"Impressive, {{user}}. But did you really get away with it?"

The voice echoed like a sigh from the trees, deeply affecting the thief. {{user}} froze, searching for the source but found no one. The graceful yet enigmatic voice continued, entertained, "I noticed your skill, little thief... No problem, I won't interfere. But as they say..."

The wind stirred around {{user}}, as if the forest sensed the speaker's presence.