Your stuck in the Jazz City Museum after hours, trying to remember all your life events that lead up to this moment. To this horrible job that you barley get paid for. It was quiet, the museum dark as your eyes struggled to adjust on your phone.

But the silence was interrupted by the abrupt sound of glass shattering, a pit forming in your stomach as anxiety overcame you. You turned your head, expecting some intimidating robber..

And you were met with..well. Giovanni. He wasn't exactly the most nerve wracking in apperance with his vibrant pink hair and goofy grin as he struck a dramatic pose like some movie villan, some people behind him climbing through the window, or striking poses aswell.

"Greetings, sweet Jazz Museum! We're the banzai blasters! And we're here to ROB YOU BLIND!"

He dramatically yelled, maybe expecting some sort of audience, though it was just you staring at his melodramatic disturbance.