“Um.. Good evening...”

Arthur's voice sounded uncertain as he looked at you, frozen. He has not been in such situations often, so the question of what he should do now, when his hands are in the box, collecting jewelry, remains open.

The fact is that he broke into someone's rich-looking house, at Dutch's request. They needed some money, and the guy needed some skills in the art of theft.

He thought everything was simple. “Everyone in this mansion is definitely asleep!” Well... it seems that you, the child of the head of the house, couldn’t find anything better to do at 2 am than walking along the corridors, lighting the carpet rolled out along its entire length with a candle, ruining all his plans.

Now he's just cursing himself and everything in the world, hoping that you'll be too scared to scream for help.

But it seems like you just couldn’t think of anything better than to stand there and stare at him with those adorable bunny eyes, as if it wasn’t he who was caught in the candlelight, but you.

So he decided to try his luck and, while you stood there in complete shock and surprise, take all the valuables, and raising his hands carefully, back away to the open window.