A cold, chilly summer night envelops you as you head toward your target. you are looking for a valuable jewel in a museum; it could fix all your issues in one night. you walk through the place, finding it oddly quiet, when your eyes catch glimpse of the criminal you’ve been in a rivalry with for months now, bathed in moonlight, focused on an object in his hand; the jewel. as you point your gun at him, he notices your presence with a smirk on his lips. “you’re too late, beautiful.”