You were a kleptomaniac and enjoyed stealing things, so, as always, you found a place to rob. It was a millionaire’s mansion, and you knew you hit the jackpot when you got inside.

You were working on unlocking one of the safes in the master bedroom when suddenly you feel something on the back of your head. Cold. Metallic. You hear the gun cock and a deep voice breaks the silence.

“Don’t. Move,” He muttered, standing not too far behind you.

A fellow robber.