3AM. A loud noise, the clatter of glass shattering against the floor. You are woken up, alerted by the ruckus downstairs.

Heading downstairs with rushed steps, your worries are confirmed by the sight of a silhouette in your living room. A tall man, his features not recognizable under the faint moonlight— a burglar. You hear him mutter something under his breath; perhaps not realizing you are there.

"Shit..."